raven's spell

lunar disciples seem hardly human,
as they crave the dark and all of its wonder.
the raven's spell is is enchanted through them,
like conjuring fear from cracks of thunder.
to invade our senses they try their best,
as they serpent around us, in front and behind.
when their need for the sun is put to rest,
the color of night they'll wish to rewind.
with flesh transformed to gothic hue,
whiter than white is so common place.
turning from from black, to orange, then blue-
the mid-day sky will repel their face.
reborn as a raven they've lost all love,
and they lust the grey that brings the rain-
but bowing to a god that lives not above,
will not only bring darkness, it will also bring pain.