The big black bird
fell on her, a boulder
she stood her ground, fearless
as his darkness came upon her
It pierced her right through
like an arrow into a pillow
Of that misdeed was born
a new!: Quetzalcoatl.
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Very gnostic indeed.
Thank you, Louis!