Vani, ghost of Thur Valley

Vani was an entity believed to have been the protector of Thur Valley.
= Poem of Vani =
In Thur Valley's emerald embrace, where redwoods pierce the sky, 
A legend haunts, a mournful grace, a kenku's mournful cry. 
Vani, his name, in whispers told, a feathered spirit's plight, 
Whose love was lost, his heart turned cold, in endless, moonlit night.
No vibrant hues his feathers bore, but dust of mourning gray, 
His voice, once music, evermore, in haunting silence lay. 
Some say by grief his voice was stole, some whisper of a curse, 
But all agree, his mournful soul, forever would rehearse.
Centuries past, when skies were bright, and laughter filled the air, 
Vani, a fledgling, took to flight, with love beyond compare. 
Kaiya, her name, a huntress bold, with eyes of morning's gleam,
Their love story, tender, yet untold, unfolded like a dream.
Amidst the leaves, their whispers flew, on wings of love they soared,
But shadows fell, a raven's hue, and war upon them roared. 
A rival clan, with envy's sting, descended on their home, 
And Kaiya, fierce, took wing on wing, to shield her love from harm.
Vani watched, his heart aflame, as talons clashed and cries arose, 
Then saw a blade, etched with dark shame, end Kaiya's life's sweet prose. 
Despair took hold, a crushing weight, he sought the cliff's embrace, 
And joined his love in endless night, in that cold, moonlit space.
But death, for Vani, held no rest, his spirit, love- entwined, 
Remained, forever heaven-blessed, to Thur Valley confined. 
Now, when the moon paints skies anew, and wind sighs through the trees, 
His ghostly form takes flight, imbues the night with mysteries.
No longer kenku, nor of flesh, but feathers cast in gray, 
A mournful echo, love's impress, upon the wind he'd stray. 
The villagers, with reverence deep, leave offerings at his side, 
For his presence, slumber cannot keep, their homes and hearts he'll guide.
Some say one feather, vibrant red, falls from his silent wing, 
A flicker bright, love's embers spread, a song the wind will sing. 
So Vani's legend softly floats, on Thur Valley's gentle breeze,
A love that death could not denote, forever finds its ease.