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?