He haunts the black in swift silent flight
no still air disturbed by beating wings
he is dark shadow, an absence of light
it is death for creatures small he brings.
What stature he wears as he alights
with poise upon the stone gable peak
stoic and proud as the ancient knights
who took quests their honour to seek.
Then he drops from this regal perch
and plummets towards the ground
as movement below ends his search,
his banshee shriek the only sound.