The Oracle of Dawn- A Raven's Song

In deprivation, she walks alone
With tattered wings upon her back
She steps into her ashen home
And lends her cry to their attack.

With pure blood, still on her lips
Angry shrieks become her call
She gathers heathens with her kiss
Watching as they begin to fall.

Before the master at the gate
She bows and dips her blackened wings
She sinks her talons with hungered haste
Into the flesh of what death brings.

Then she soars into the distance
As the dawn begins to quake
Black night has put up resistance
To the horizon's blood red fate.