I was born on the
Third phase of a
Waning moon
On a dark
Day in November
                                     She said

I had the wrath of a million
Ravens in her womb
                      
                          She was not ready

A voice proclaimed
Beyond my mother's knowing
She said

I was an Omen come alive
Spread across her shrinking world
                         And I will live on for
                       You made me endless
She said
I was the harbinger
Of her pain and a witch
To the gray moon of
her clever madness