I saw you in the shadows as I wandered through my mind.
Looking for bright promise, I found an empty land.
‘Tis not I, the old crow cried, in shrill agony.
Suffering from without, a nestling in an lonely tree.
I spied wolf hunting, baring teeth, eyes a-gleam.
With one eye open, not for you, but breathing close to me.
You, I pulled from bracken, I dusted off your cloak.
The wind still crying Mary, when from that shadow spoke.
I blow around the world, I dread what I see.
I no longer cool, crow’s ageless agony.
The bees have all vanished. No wing beats for me.
I lift no bird or plane. Dessert is all there be.
The men have gone to mars. The moon blown from the sky.
The age of promise past, the promise was a lie.
I felt you in the shadows, as I wandered through my heart.
My blood mixing sadly, with the Earth that fell apart.
Promise is a mystery that only crow can tell.
Before he spoke, he died, he fell into the deep dark well.
Between the stars I heard Her crying. “What will be will be”.
Sweet NUIT Her scrying eye still seemed sweet to me.
“Another eon passes”. Is what She said to me.
I believe that promise, was not meant to be.
It kept us all laughing at the torment of crow.
We hunted wolf to many years, now it’s we must go.
I pulled you from the shadows, and gave to you my rib.
Oh no, my name’s not Adam.I would not tell that fib.
But let my bone be a crutch, upon witch you stand.
And draw the circle once again, around the empty sand.
Draw the circle once again, around the empty sand.
Draw the circle once again.