Harbinger

Sleep still and silent

Dream in stained glass scenes of violence

Claim the song sung by the sirens

Breath shallow and quietly

Stand before the corpse of the crow

Take up the blade that struck the final blow

Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension

There will be no reproach. There will be no redemption

For the wicked and corrupt at the end of its life

Only justice from the absolute with a flick of a knife

Back to where it all began

Tracing footprints to the shore

They lead into the ocean

Where the horror waits no more

In its place waits utter devotion

The current casting backward tells of lifetime past

The empty faces that once seemed listless have all now been recast

But when lost in distant thoughts, a sleeping evil starts to stir

Distracted by warm memories with vigilance relaxed

It seemed unlikely to occur

Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension

There will be no reproach. There will be no redemption

A breach in the bow would allow the craft to sink again

Reaching down to tear the wings from the crow conquered in complete

Experience a transformation both of body and of mind

Rearrange the constellations and define the undefined

The returned speaks in tongues once bewildering

But in its hands sit the wings and the dagger that say everything

Without a word it says everything

Tore off the wings to refuse its ascension

There will be no second coming

No forces for succumbing to

Just a peaceful place to final rest a head

The crow is dead

Go back to sleep

The sun is finally setting

And you can rest you weary head for now.