The Coven and Crow

Under the crimson moon,

Beaming rays of blood,

Against the ashen sky,

Beings familiar yet alien,

Cloaked in masks with beaks.

They gather around a creature,

Large and dark as a void,

Hooked and bound,

Bleeding and wavering.

They called it 'Monster,'

As they displayed his doomed figure,

To the shadowed forest,

And the bloodstained moon.

It warned them of doom,

Called them fools,

But their fear was too loud,

And concealed with much hatred.

I witnessed this massacre,

Under the red eye of night,

No star, no hope,

Just red-stained black feathers,

And a pity toward the executioners,

Who saw to their own retribution.