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Cronos (The Reaper)

from CrowLore by The Crows Of Albion

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Cronos (The Reaper)

I wait round corners where the air is still,
in darkened alleys wet with winter snow,
the places only fools and dreamers go.
You will not see me, but will feel my chill
on exposed places where the ice will spill
and with each prickle you will surely know
that, soon, the ancient blizzard wind will blow
and bring the reaper with it for the kill.

For I am called from somewhere in the past
to put an end to all that you have been,
a mercy killing for this ancient life.
The sinless child is born to us at last,
the future cuts its cord with hopeful knife
and once more blunts the sharp edge of my scythe.

I am the scythe that cuts through old and young
In cornfields where the idle crows watch on
As scarecrows flap their arms in summer sun
And wonder where the greedy birds have gone
The weeds grow now where once the sharp blade fell
Stealing from us all that we once held dear
There are no devils in this weeping hell
Only children transformed through pain and fear

The creatures of the night come out to play
And dance between the tombstones on the heath
The countless names recorded day by day
With no time left to give them all a wreath
We didn’t think the warnings mattered much
This is the price we paid for human touch

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from CrowLore, released January 1, 2021

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