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.
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.
Copyright 1985-1997 James Ambuehl
First Appearance: Etchings and Odysseys (#7), October 1985
First Online Appearance: Mythos Online #3
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