Blood Born
Raven eyed the moon glowered
in an anthracite sky
bleeding onto an India-ink stage
where Valkyrie’s pluck
dead heroes to Valhalla.
Wolf winds howl the ravished sight.
Rent storm with fang and claw.
Purge the all too monochrome plight
with the Bloody born.
Harken the twisted neck of owl
observer of raven eyed moon.
Mourn the passing of the faint of heart
for they've met their foreshadowed doom.
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