Seeking the Crow Witch

Do you dare tread the gauntlet of fog
To walk alone on the skulls of long dead gods
Will the stars find your beautiful crone
Or will she rot yet ensorcelled in prison of bone

Do you seek the Crow Witch
Feathered queen crowned in pitch
Do you seek the Crow Witch
Do you dare to set her free

The witch sleeps in a blanket of tar
Ten miles thick to atone for unholy war
The wizards thought the crones threat long past
But now her slave will unearth her revenge at last

Ancient rites and mystery
Forgotten tale of treachery
Give yourself to her disease
Death will offer no reprieve

A single caw
Your world falls
Dust forgotten
A tiny ball