A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue

Now haranguing grey skies

With revenge upon life

Gnathic and Sapphic

Needs begged gendercide

Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt

Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults

Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult

With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds

To Archangels in bondage

From light to night hurled

Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,

Her tarot proved

Hybrid rumours spread like tumours

Would accrue

And blight Her stars

To better bitter truths

Of cold bloodbaths

As bodies rose

In rigid droves

To haunt Her from their

Shallow burials imposed

When wolves exhumed

Their carthen wombs

Where heavy frosts had laboured long

To bare their wounds

To the depths of Her soul they pursued

Wielding their poison they flew

Like a murder of ravens in fugue

And knowing their raptures

Would shatter Her dreams

She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve

Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies

So Hallow's Eve

As She received

Like Bellona to the ball

Those enemies

Fell-sisters heaved

Her torturies

Cross stained flagstones

To Her carriage reined to flee

But She knew She must brave the night through

Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon

Like a murder of ravens in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose

Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares

And even Her dance

In the vast mirrors cast

Looked the ill of Her future

If fate feasted there....