Vale of the headless crow

Minds are cast constantly to the place where all hope is lost
Where corruption & confusion dictate the state of the mirror's glass
Tarnished the surface; withered the hand which holds the lens
There's no end in sight; wild is the magic which plays its part
Tapestries torn; turning to dust the pages through toxic poisons
Even Charon peers through tear stained eyes at a dying world
Many corpses line the bottom of the blood stained sea
Rusted blades discarded in once mighty halls choked now with putrid dust
Winds blow cold; silent now Valhalla's cry; forgotten now the mighty Aesir
All hope is lost; murdered are the chosen slain; silence pains the blood red skies
The ravens are exiled ... and the lore is hidden deep in vanquished hearts
In the vale now, the crow cackles silently; its eyes unseeing; its corpse less its head
Its shell discarded and empty; meaningless is the lore of the land now
Shallow the graves; red are the seas; all cities built on sacrificial blood
Churches burn the reversed flame of evil; ministers cry themselves to sleep
And banshees rule the night; terrorise the imprisoned in their dreams; stealing souls
Young children shriek and wail; they know the truth; chances have faded fast
It's over now; 'er since the falling twins and the ever tightening stranglehold on freedom
Prophets and seers of the ages; united beyond the grave watch with horror
Invisible is their witness to this dying world ... their words of truth discarded in dark places
Because the victor refuses to permit anything which may jeopodise the abduction
Even history has been reversed; modified; confused with too much conflict for sensibility
Know ... in the vale, the time for magic has returned
Charon demands one last payment
From the isle of the dead one man comes
A spirit of light
A sentinel of hope
A dream united with the true blood; the returning ones
One last chance ... one last try; one last romance; make or break
Truimph or doom; death or glory; a swan song; one final story
As souls combine for one final push
... and in the vale of the headless crow an early winter comes ...