White Witch Of Winter

 

Corvus the white witch

Once flew the sky on crow’s wings

And fed on battlefield dead

She ate the hearts of serfs and kings

But soon she lost the taste for flesh

And transformed into what winter brings

Her skin is cold to human touch

She feasts on other-worldly things

 

She turns snowflakes into blizzards

Freezes your blood and tears

She arrives with the cold north wind

laying ice upon your fears

 

She hates the crows for what they are

For she once fed on carrion too

She hates the way they cock their heads

And turn their coal black gaze on you

So when the black imps come to her

Requesting voices clear and true

She casts a spell that spites their wish

and in her soul a darkness grew

 

She hears the crows Kaw in distress

She walks the fields on winter nights

She floats through forests dark and bleak

And like the snow she, soft, alights

Upon the frosted fields of earth

Where she makes her stand and fights

The bitter crows of Albion

The age old war of blacks and whites