Above the colourless cold
Through the winds of the shivering night
Stories obscure and untold
Carried by ravens in flight
Finding and keeping the truth
Hiding the grief in their hearts
Stories of aged and of youth
Of the child, where the history starts
Circling the woods and the time
Finding the tale of the gatherer
Searching the gruesome, the crime
Uncovering acts of the torturer
They darken the sky
Mendaciousthey fly
Darken the sky
Wordless they die
Chasing the uncovered trails
Never losing the scent
Observing the goulish details
Knowing, their only ontent
Eyes on the frostbitten land
Moonlight on feathers like gold
A simple and silent command
The stories will never be told

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