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