She beckoned them as they hew the air itself.
A haziness of twilight graced the sunrise and
All fell in trepidation of what was to come.
Feathers descended, shards cutting all beneath.

Those who stared where in obscurities flight
Beckoned cried tears of scarlet. As when light
Finally blessed the sky, garnet tears flowed down
Soiled ground, sight was nil seeing a final sundown.

She gathered her flock of ravens as each merged
Upon her skin. Flowing wisps of clotted darkness
Knitted upon her physique. Gracing the earth
Beneath with winged decay, life dead beneath her feet.

Mistress of rising onyx of those that guild the night
Ill fortune would befall all touched by her blight
She graced the air never touching beneath her feet
When she spoke the raven called words incomplete.

If you see feathers behind a beauty in onyx , she
Who still walks the earth eternally dressed in
Darkness, ill fortune to you and those that hear
Her call for the raven is coming to take you all.