Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rose Raven

Ending is the witching hour,

And so she takes a rest from flight

To reenergize her power.

The moon glows brightly in the night.

The beating of her wings does stop

As she sits herself on a stone,

Landing upon a mountaintop,

Looks back into the skies just flown.

Her fav'rite birds do soon arrive,

With her fav'rite flowers to give.

Ritual on which she does thrive,

And ev'ry night she does relive.

Rose Raven be a witch be said,

With ravens black and roses red.