Oh, winged Goddess
you swiftly descend,
the ominous twilight-horizon
poisoned with your flare.
As your dark feathers
eclipse the sun of life;
intense gloom pervades,
thus blossoms wither.
With ravishing, swirling wings
you gracefully sway-
a bloodless ballerina
awaiting transformation.
Deadly dance's visuals
flash before hapless eyes
promising escape..but forever,
no gateways to return.
Terror reverberates within hearts
as they rendezvous
with your crafty seductive art.
And they just croon,
astonished
by your inevitable fiesta.
An integral part
to face you now or then.
This play holds tight
with you
breathing death into lives.
Red blood suffuses with
sooty vaporous venom.
Your mysticism
isn't always an omen,
for it relieves one
from earthly pain.
When the life itself
becomes more terrible than hell,
your exquisite moves
enclose life like a shielding shell.--
a lustrous black cocoon
imbibing the lively elements.
Your whispered refuge
offers a new world-
enlightened and enchanted
amid starlit cosmic space.--
then silver shades appear
out of time-worn bodies.
You contrast a fusion
of black and white
as you bear life
on your colossal wings.
The last flight,
seeking eternal freedom,
just commemorates
when the midnight bells.
Visions dwindle, then fade,
while you glide
to reach across the stars.
Oh, resplendent raven,
you are an angel in disguise.
You carry over souls
to the hallowed Heaven.
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