The shiny silvery disc of a full moon
Obscured by clouds filled with black gloom
Reflected in a raven pool
Ripples like a weaving loom
A black crow's crowing
An urgent, dire warning
Unheeded by a stranger passing
Not seeing,
The weaving black canvas breaking
Rises a cold dead head
Long thick crow coarse hair
Skin wet cold and pale
A dead arm outstretched
He feels a dark presence, Celeste
An unshakeable weight on his breast
Turns around, distressed
Watches her smile, undressed
Caught in a whirlwind of memories
Of pleas of help and screams
The rape he committed, the atrocities
He's beseiged, none hears his apologies
Her long nailed arms pull him close
Seizures rack his body, in death's throes
Pulls him under, to death's gallows
Tranquil pool, a Justice Grandiose
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