He is known as Scion on Allpoetry.com and can be found here:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3690050
Canopy
Silver birds, silhouettes on blackened sky,
conceal their flocks in ancient oaks
and dwell in nests of bone.
The fear, dwelling within every soul,
creates a dark canopy over the heavens,
brooding and ominous in a starless sky.
From morning until dark victory,
this fear is building an army
in the hearts of every man.
Only until the earth opens up and
scatters the silver birds from their broken trees
to fly aimlessly until the end of time
will the day come when the ravens
make their homes in sheltered hollows
and cease their vigilant sleep,
the dark canopy will lift from human hearts,
and the earth, again, will be free.
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