I caught a glimpse of black feathers...

I caught a glimpse of black feathers... Fluttering above my blue-black hair They distressed my innocent eyes And cast a mournful gothic shade Upon my plain and sunlit glade Scared to strain my sight I was Reluctant to accept the message When a sound I thought to hear It was gentle calm and weird Unfamiliar yet strangely soothing Was the tone of Ereb's voice Then his silhouette appeared And at once I ceased to fear He greeted me and blandly smiled Then a few quaint words he uttered: "Darkness shall present thou lore Darkness shall present thou aid But thy precious wondrous glade Sunlit shall be nevermore."