I of the Ebony

I remain unseen, ever in the night;
The man I once was, no longer in sight.
That puerile, petty persona of mine
Fully transformed via witchcraft design.

The change was a fright, fraught with furious pain—
But oh, such a mighty rebirth did I gain!
No longer alone I, nor bound to the ground;
New power and family I happily found.

My brethren are many, my ebony kin,
We fly through the sky when it’s blacker than sin.
The moonlight shines bright on my feathery face
And when we all gather, a murder takes place.

So if you are ever out late in the night,
And the furious beating of wings gives you fright,
Please know that you’re safe, if you’ve got a good heart.
If not, we will know—and we’ll tear you apart!