All the lands are covered
In darkness and in mists
The fog, around, hovered
Like birds over their nests
All is lost, all is cost
Nor mountain, nor valley
Neither hill nor the shore
Reveal a light to see
Only dark tales and lore
All is cost, all is lost
For the grounds, they lie still
And trees remain asleep
Waiting that day until
The one will save and keep
Only the sheep, only the sheep
‘Till then, darkness will reign
So much blood will be shed
All of the dead will feign
To be alive and wed
To the mists, by their fists
The fog clouds the vision
The clouds fog the sight
Of those on a mission
To nowhere; their own plight
This I show, this I know
For I once was a tree
Guarding a secret way
To feel love and be free
To run about and play
All was true, all was new
Given a tremendous
And honorable task
Bearing a pure, wondrous
Fruit, to undo life’s mask
Immortal, forever
The plan was simplistic
The directions quite clear
What appeared fantastic
Had collapsed due to fear
And desire, through the fire
Lust for greater power
Longing for something more
What had been a flower
Grew evil at its core
Death now comes, death now won
All is darkness and mists
There is no light of day
Severing hands at wrists
They scrape their pains away
Where is hope? Where is hope?
C.J. Huffman 