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.
half free verse half rhyme fun times in the darkness of the raven