Yhmohr, Eidolon of Inexerable Omens

From the lips of parents to the scared ears of their children are the warnings of the Eidolon whose black wings can on only be seen gracing the sky on the darkest of nights, signifying only one thing; that countless lives have been lost.
Yhmohr, Eidolon of the dying. Feaster of corpses, Drythen of ravens and crows, progenitor of the Kenku, is worshiped and feared as a deity of death in Ysenn.
Crows and ravens are feared as eyes and ears of the Eidolon of the end himself, and are considered ill omens of looming death. It is said that when you draw your final breath, your soul becomes a black bird and joins Yhmohrs flock.
He is said to remain in his nest somewhere in Shennor. 

Poems

A large crow perched on a tree, With feathers black as the night's sea. He watches, silent and still, As death's shadow creeps up the hill.

His eyes shine bright with a gleam, Of secrets whispered in a dream. He caws a song of sorrow and pain, For those who will never see the sun again.

The wind whispers through his wings, As he spreads them, taking flight. He flies above the graves, Of those who lost the fight.

The large crow is a messenger, Of death's eternal might. He reminds us that life is fleeting, And to cherish it with all our might.

But though he may seem ominous, This large crow is not to be feared. For in the end, we all must follow, The path that death has cleared.