Corvix Canto

A keening black soul sweeps over the plain
The sky grows dark, the air thickens with rain
Her wings of sable in flight beyond time
Bring claws darkly dripping with the color of wine

Pain sings with her voice from whispers to screams
Embracing your spirit in its nightmares and dreams
She rends your soul from the moment you've met
She feeds on your desire with a tongue that's blood wet

Blood vengeance drives her, sharper than a knife
Wings cut through night's storms to purge another life
She rages through darkness, thirsting for souls
Each death retribution for the desecration of her mother.

- K. Ken Johnston