Prophecy

 

The crows tell of the walking man

Who travels fields by day and night

The walking man who’s not a man

Who strides between the dark and light

 

Soulless, cursed to stumble through

The endless hedgerows of the land

He wished for life but walks in death

He is the sweet prince of the damned

 

The hares and rabbits run from him

The fox and wolf walk by his side

He brings the plague and pestilence

And in his steps many have died

 

He had a life but wanted more

asked autumn’s witch to cast her spell

she gave him rebirth but the price

was tethered by the chains of hell

 

A prophecy of bone and blood

Of straw and dust and ragged pain

Alive under the summer sun

Stone dead below the snow and rain

 

the crows speak soft of what he is

he scares them as no other can

they fear the setting of the sun

the long shadow of the walking man

 

Be careful what you wish for child

For there are barbs in every rose

Each spell that’s cast must have a price

Here walks the nemesis of crows

 

Take heed of the warnings

What will be will be

The ragged man who walks the fields

fulfills the ancient prophecy