Fairytales & Horror

Ravens circling the castles.
Beaks sharp to the point.
Eyes narrow black slits.
Flying in flock, their caws mock during the mourning, wake up call & karmas breakfast in favor the ravens.
Attempting to sleep sound in surrounding havens.
Stepping to far out of boundaries.
They scan fully.
Eyes watching day & night.
Running blind, pecking out the eyes.
Barbed & razor sharp, it cuts through the skin and bone.
Hooking onto back of the eye.
With a flick of its tongue.
Pulling it from the socket.
It swallows it, pulling a black soul along with it.
Working its magic, held in mid air.
One bite, claws digging into flesh, fading screaming into the night, up to the sky, and now blind.
Reaching out with nothing to find.
The air moving through bloody matted hair.
Ravens of the night, working to feed the owls.
The bitter nights air breezy and foul.
Leaves falling from trees. Dead & dry.
Blowing through the wind.
Wounds only time could knowingly mend.
First to call to a black knight with a sword to lend.
Dropped into the predators nest.
Mind goes blank & narrow.
With only the hopes the of tomorrow at the very best.
At last came the arrow.
Striking the tree.
Wishing to go free.
The owls heads spins to face the knight.
Ravens ready with aim & ready to maim.
Only going with a fight.
The knight raises his sword.
Owl perched in the trees, eyes wide glowing yellow, stiff as a board.
White, covered in blood.
Sparkle in its demented eyes.
Expanding its wings wide it flies towards the brave knight.
Claws & talons pushed outwards.
Ripping through the armor.
Falling to the ground, owls eyes piercing the knights. Burning.
With one quick twitch of his head and cut of its long beak, ripping the knight to pieces. The owls & ravens continuing feasting.