pagen moors mistress

she moves across the watery edge

over the moors and

through the trees

and as the moon lies in her bed

the ravens taunt

a melody

a cool flame burns

within her soul

it  captures all that is in the way

a touch of ice leaves them cold

swirling rot in the earth's decay

she rapes the air  with

claw like hands

gnarled fingers

toil with greed

smothering all with murky bands

leaving her brood to feed

covering all with drarkened mist

trapping them without a light

delivering a final kiss

befare she moves on through the night