8 January 2013
Silently she flys, Upon ebony wings. Other birds in comparison, A load of fledglings.
A sharp gleamy beak, And unruffled, dark feathers, Not bothered by wind, Or any other weathers.
A loud, daring call, When she's not hunting for prey, Get into a fight, You won't live to see another day.
Winged darkness, The angel of death, She's your worst nightmare, She'll take away your last breath.
A master of birds, On the flying prowl. If only there was, Such thing as a jet black owl.
Darkness • Opuss № I