Every individual feather
glided against the shaded stone
carved like an alabaster altarpiece
a figure of romantic
a figure of unplayful prey.

Magnificence in flight
with onyx beads, golem countenance
hover above me with look of disdain
and pray upon my biding fears.

Against the blooded space
driving every force perpetually
your design for fighting
for surviving, for death.

Master of deadlight, night killer
show me your remorseless
in struggle with the mundane
to make me feel predatory.

Golden amongst mundane
each fleck of the earth below you
conscript me in all that is beautiful
and leave me frail and wanting
for your ethereal magnificence.