Question

My first poem on here, here goes.


Who owns the night
Who rules the sky
Who causes fear with its terrible cry

The light is gone, all fades to black
At night he sounds his frightful call
For the great night hunter is gliding back

Upon his wing the slightest glow
Of the pale moonlight beginning to show
With the the eyes as sharp as jagged rock
No creature would this killer mock

The talons grasp it's meaty prey
As scented pines bend and sway