the raven queen

She walks with the dead,
skyclad in the moonlight
while dirt scatters about
her paleness. Nothing is
hidden here in this grove
of lonely despair as she
sings her song.

Feathers adorn her hair …

They come to pay homage
to her, as she twists about
in some dark and sensual
dance. Their fingers
roaming about her form
as she undulates for them.

Then, sets them out upon the land …

Her children, banned souls,
to roam about as she lays
there indolent in the silvery
light. That is when she calls
out, a whispered voice upon
the howling wind that echoes
through the trees.

To the ears of that one soul
brave enough to venture to
the lair of the Raven Queen.
She calls now …

Dang thats deep