Edgar watched the raven watching the moon. Silhouetted against the clouds, she was a beautiful sight: a black winged goddess caught within Diane’s silvery glow. He wondered if she was praying to its light? Little did he realize that the raven was taking orders, orders that Edgar himself would soon come to regret. The onyx bird turned predatory eyes upon the human that spied upon her, and he quickly closed the window, latching it from the inside.
Not that it would do him any good at all.
**inspired by a photo prompt at the six minute story site on January 8th, 2016.