The darkness that draws near.

Who there will hear the ravens call, in the bitter bellies that bellow. Who there will watch the fall, of mystery casting shadows on the walls. Shall they rise unto the children's cry's , they which are in greed's grasp in hopes to fly, they who ready themselves so as not to die. They step over the line with brave face, with loins ungirded voicing disgrace. A multitude as night time shadows, secretly gathering bending their bow. Fire falls with the noise of thunder, fear is the folly which causes plunder. Where for hast thine smiles gone, where for hast thine hope been laid upon. ..