Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd,

Casting creeping shadows, a darkening shroud.

Cruel cries cut crisply, the night they defiled,

Cobwebbed corners where fear's child smiled.

Bats broke the blackness with brittle wing beats,

Bearing burdens of blood from forbidden feasts.

Beneath the bright moonlight,, they blindly ballet,

Binding the breeze with their bleak array.

Serpents slithered silently, scales shimmering slight,

Sinking fangs swiftly in the shroud of night.

Solemnly swearing by the sibilant moon,

Secreting sweet venom that would spell doom soon.

Wolves wailed woefully within the wood,

Whispering warnings where once they stood.

Waning moon watched, a witness so stark,

While the whistling wild winds wove through the dark.

Ravens reigned regally, ruffling the rest,

Ripping and robbing the remnants of the rook's last nest.

Reveling in the ruckus, the ruthless raid,

Ruling the roost where the dead were laid.