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Maleficent

unkindness of ravens
drawing the omens �
on the pink canvas
in the evening sky

melodic caws chanting
while clouds growl
silver bolts draw lines
connecting all together

being carried hidden
inside the ravens
she was revealed
once her foot emerged
from the flock

the stunning silhouette
shadowed across the hall
from the lightning
flashed through the glass

magnificent, she was
Maleficent she is

her shadow followed
leaving the crawling
creatures of the night
behind her

magnificent, she was
Maleficent she is

the smoke from
all the lanterns
gathered below her
misting up the
atmosphere

(prophecies were given
prophecies gone
sweet Aurora
about to be born)

she slid on the smoke
like a ghost in the snow
thrusting the mist
with green eyes
burning bright

should she curse?
should she bless?
should she reverse
all of his wish?

magnificent, she was
Maleficent she is

a knock from her staff
clouds cleared the sky
ravens calmed night
not a pin point sound
she inhaled all the silence

(the cry of a new born)