On the Wind
I recall the vile pun
The woeful scream, the solemn bribe
The nagging prayer, the foreign tongue
The grave and liquid cry
She gathered beasts, she beckoned blight
A splendid bane between her stammers
And in the panic, an endless night
Enticing in its glamour
She had a flair for cryptic verse
The fabled hag's fatal charm
For want of blessings she swore a curse
A well-rehearsed spell of harm
She took an oath, destroyed a star
Unleashed a secret from below
And in an instant from afar
Brought forth a plague from long ago
Written by © Raven Drake
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