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She is coming
Born of ravens
Psychopomp descending
To the terrain
Breath is icy
Eyes are fire
Bleak and lost
Are her domain
Ancient creature
Youthful beauty
Brings despair
And scarring flame
Few will know her
Few can view her
Even less may
Speak her name
(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Chills run down my back, great writing
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
I LOVE this! It’s very…kind of…almost…”Poe”-etic. (I mean that as the highest form or compliment. And perhaps the worst sort of pun.)
Thank you, that is very kind of you! 🙂 🙂
Enjoyed this very much. Thank you.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
A delight to read this poem and I learn an unfamiliar word .. psychopomp.
Thanks, its a cool word isn’t it? 🙂