She moves across the watery edge
Over moors and through the trees,
And as the moon lays in her bed
The ravens taunt a melody.
A cool flame burns within her soul
It captures all that's in the way,
A touch of ice leaves them cold
Swirling rot in Earth's decay.
She rapes the air with claw like hands
Gnarled fingers toil with greed,
Smothering all with murky bands
Leaving her putrid brood to feed.
Covering all with darkened mist
Trapping them without a light,
Delivering a final kiss
Before she moves on through the night.