long-memoried birds if you do them wrong.
Black, beautiful and large, famed as
rogues and bearers of the human soul
to its bourne.
Not a raven, rook or jackdaw here
in these lands appears, only
their white-bellied cousin,
whose raucous cries rend the skies
ever and anon.
Bewitching blackcurrant beauties,
friendly gothic companions; as a
new moon heralds fairies and magic happenings,
so are ye portentous.