A discordant chord trolling in cacophonous unison
Bearing too high a pitch
Too low a moral
Too eccentric,
Who runs with the daunting things
A Stygian raven amongst the bevy of doves
Lead hearted, and bull headed
Maleficent
I who have felt the caress of magic beneath weary bones
Draped in obsidian as my hue of choice
Teeth fashioned from broken glass
Heart stitched with brick and mortar
A creatur...
