Crow's Bridge

a murder of crows blackens the sky as if messengers
of charnel winds from the North and horrors marching forth
dark legendries once whispered in the halls
unravel themselves before us now
the wings of doom have come unfurled

the watch of the moon, the scream of the dead
thus hath spoken the severed head

hear them sing

this madness has led us all down a broken path
a desperate call to arms has nourished the grapes of wrath
the gates of heaven firmly shut, behold son
alas, the realms of men reduced into carrion and ash

the sky is choked with dust and smoke and omens promiseth ill
ride against the night
souls harvested at will
their wretched claws drawing near
an end, all the same
may we meet where World Knots still remain