Her eyes are dark, sienna jewels,
Glistening with sharp, merciless fire.
Her daggers are scythed, eight she stands on,
Deadly curved talons, her golden toes grip.
Each wing a blade, to slice the wind,
To make it scream with every stoop,
Her beak, a vice, to crush her prey,
And make it shriek with backbone snapped.
Her face is masked with ebony crown,
Slate back and wings, the raging sea.
Long wings, the moon in crescent wane,
Her tail, a blade-tipped weapon fan.