Ancient Pursuer

I traverse me down paths O'ye memory ancient pursuer...

Of his conquest I'm aware- make no voice of my notice-I don't dare

Takn me further from me souls own gates...

His presence must not entertain this night- I'm so late...

Attire ye dark composure so vain, yet still not disguise...

ye vehement aim for the prey in those eyes...

stoke them not O my soul,

tis no healing of his wound ~for control....

His conscience has driven him here for a plea~

Return! for the years I have yet to retrieve for thee lady~

Carry on ~O give not up for waverings~or delight in his rare find

Move along~my pilgrimage near ceasn~overturn ye futile finite mind!

for the eternal huntOye crow

Past the vile feastsO ye brotherhood~fear not the fires O their souls...

the sacrificial remains left upon their altars the winds & rains don't quite away blow...

Call up ye royal reminder & summons me golden chances~ for I've cried~

Prove to me now ~O lord huntOye crow ~ the higher stakes for wich I've died!

Was there a day when he made not war with my soul?

give not ear to his reasonings ~his devices are cruel~

Where is divine cause for his endless pursuing?

seeds of doubt to weed out for the everlasting purge~

hunt O ye bludy ol crow

There where the royal weepings of Etin endured for a night

& the lord of D'parting made biddings for his guests of the flight...

Those who sang for the glory of their wedding day procession

were not heard of the queens flocks~awakening at their descension...

SongOyebludy peckers~huntOyeolnestOthe crown~

Securely enthroned there in ye guilded cage~so think ye to be?

Regalings of ye fair weathered fineries in their feathered privy~

Take ye heed ~be not alarmed ~ the hourglass breaks~

In the chain O'command,Lord huntOye Crow...Alas, tis your turn to bake!~