The Final Flight

She is a deceitful one,
with eyes full of lies, and
she is searching, always searching
for an unsuspecting prize.
She goes about it like a villain,
slowly stalks from room to room,
never quite content to care,
she is a harbinger of doom.
Her wings a contradiction,
tattered, black and torn to shreds,
yet still she flies in dead of night
amidst the swaying of the dead.