The Great Trickster Bird

From what time or place does this White bird hail? With clapping thunder and striking lightning upon shale. A feeling of dread before a feeling of fear, knowing but wishing the creature wasn't near. Creaking with sneaking does the wooden floor quake, slowly and surely, the walls begin to shake. A trickster and eater of men they say, once thought a tale but now truth, pray. Safety and escape would all be for naught, for the beast would find you with all but a thought. Plumage of white with specks of blood, will it ever stop? or will the bodies flood. A hunter of man steps forth from the Frey, intent on making the beast-bird his prey. Stabbing and slashing with all of his might, into the beast's eyes to remove it's sight. Biting and tearing the bird's wings away, ensuring it can't fly yet another day. rendered to naught was this great bird now made, escaping from humanity and into obscurity would it fade. Once majestic and fearsome, the bird king now shunted. The great trickster-bird had now become...The Hunted.