Raven

Raven with her hand held high,
Dark poison in her cup,
"Drink my soul, for when I die,
You'll soon run out of luck!"
Your talisman, your lucky charm,
A naive wench that held your arm,
A fool to stay close by side,
And by your viscous rules abide,
Her long black hair tied in a noose,
A knife in hand, arm hanging loose,
An arrow lying on the ground,
Without her words, there'd be no sound,
A sudden flash of blinding light,
Her blood spilled fast towards the ground,
And then she laughed, "Oh, what a sight,
I've caught attention all around!"
A sorceress, who fakes demise,
What twisted past lies past those eyes?