Raven’s Revenge

Into the world of oranges,
Entered the Raven of revenge.
Unlike the playful ones,
This one was, among the black, a green.
With all the stealthiness of a predator,
The raven moved in like an alligator.
The shabby feathers tucked in neatly,
Under the green hood obliquely.
The head, now of a lass, had hair,
That played freely with the air.
Those sharp eyes endlessly hunted,
For faces that kept her forever haunted.
Around her, but, she noticed, the beauty,
That seduced her acutely.
Within her but, she felt the heat,
Of glowing ember to burn down this treat.
She would not forget and she should not,
What made her wear this green hood and plot.
She had a plan for the play,
And she had people to slay.
Her sharp beaks for tearing flesh,
Tempting lips now, painted the color of flesh.
And with each kiss she may,
She will destroy her prey.
Dissection, extortion be merciless,
Relive her pain, you !! All the ruthless!!!
And when at last, she has had her entreat,
Relax and maybe have a treat.
But first, stalk them, Chase them, pin them down,
Track them, wear them, make them bow down.
And so, Into the world of oranges,
Entered the Raven of revenge.
 

  
 Written for Mindlovemisery’s menagerie – Photo challenge #312
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