Hark and I shall tell you a tale,
of black feathers and defiance in death
and crows sleeping.
A story of Coltaine and his burden of dogs.
His journey from which he never left,
for it and he suffered from a thousand cuts and bled.
Watch as his train ambles,
across the river to the endless beat of thousands of arrows,
leaving soldiers armor in shambles.
See him send the historian away refugees in tow,
as Coltaine and his men about face to face their foe.
A three day battle
and crows weeping.
Arriving at closed doors after that impossible journey to the hold.
Witness ten thousand hearts breaking
as Coltaine is denied Hoods keeping.
And crows bleeding.
Wasting away in the sun with no escape
until a lone arrow saves him
and crows fleeing.
Duiker watches from that castle,
holding the guilt broken archer.
Historian on the inside dying,
and crows crying.