Hoar Society

Into the dark of the night The raging storm Drifting alone Into the winter's cold heart And freezing snow Drifting alone The blowing wind on tree tops howls The ancient ode of north Mist covered hostile land Under a glacial sky Eyesight is slightly getting dim Fatigue is getting over Lights far away are now shown A distant town Sighted ahead Dwellers sly peasants they are Slinky to their Stories of hollow Their gaze is cold and their touch wicked To shadows they kowtow Insisting to their gray fate Ignoring the legends of past To life the once shew no respect By acts of ruthlessness and vice This old odious secret abomination Causing nocturnal screams and cries There, nearby the ruins Voices of the past still sing As the wind still blows along with This mournful song (In debris and remains Stories buried by the time Embers deep in the woods And untold truths) Haunting presence Auras enchanted Nostalgic presage Of bereavement Blackened is their conscience from ghosts of old Defiling the sanctuary with fire Enraged still burning the last To bury forever the past