Sequoia Coast but life is long my love is gone away

Like a pregnant stormcloud sharply punctured, the birds scattered -- their shrieking calls inflected calamitously upon the open skies. A dark dagger fell among them, a whirlwind of onyx plume and shadowburst -- and as Caiaphas watched the volitation besiege them she recognized the grim harbinger as Bartok.

"Bartok the Beak!" The gaunt hag chittered, haranguing the revolving sphere of birds with her sharp teeth. Nothing could elate her more than the prospect of torment after her insidious deed, and she carried with her a most darkly jovial aspect as she plucked a bird from the sky and sent it caterwauling in an undignified spiral upon the frozen sand.