Each Feather a Blade

Owl remembers in a feverish vision,
A past filled with speed and ruthless precision.
A sky ruled by one, she was a goddess on earth!
Each night shone with fury, each night a rebirth.
Her hunger would urge her to hunt down her prey.
Cloaked and dead silent as she went on her way.
Nothing else mattered as this was all she had known.
Each feather was like a blade, carved out from stone...