Feathered wraith, cursed above,
To loose thy flight, condoned to love.
Snipped the wings of jaded dove.
Hide behind a mask, a glove.
Realm alone, words of woe,
Whims are raped, the fallen foe,
Return alive, she scarce but know,
If not be damned to a life of low.
Trespass naught this tragic night,
Confounded moon, waxen light
Ashen curse disturb thy sight,
To no escape this wicked blight.