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Ragnalla rides
the skies,
Borne on the wings of night.
Awesome to behold, She
Petrifies with her sight:
Snaky, rope-like coils
Adorn where head should be
And a huge, lidless eye
Gazes down intently.
Nest-Mistress
of the Winged Ones
The Seeker in the Skies.
Her worshippers call out Her name,
She sounds blood-chilling cry.
With razor-sharp talons
She claims Her offering -
O 'tis a living death
Her loathsome visions bring.
"Ragnalla": Reprinted from Etchings and Odysseys (#7), October 1985 by kind permission of the author
Copyright © 1997 by Peter A. Worthy
"Ragnalla" ©1985-1997 by James Ambuehl
