When the stars cease to turn,
And the roiling seas begin to burn;
When a stricken god bleeds,
And the world fills with evil deeds;
When the days turn red,
And the sick are left to die in bed;
When the nights freeze through,
And reluctant swords march forth to hew:
Beware the many, trust but a few,
Guard well the treasure I gave to you.
When the frightened souls raise an angry cry,
And charge ever forward in their need to die;
When the storm-clouds darkest begin to brew,
And the craven's falsest words ring true;
When the wise are led,
And the faintest glimpse of hope is dead:
Remember me. Remember you.
Remember what you swore you'd do.
An updated version of Dark Times. I wasn't quite happy with the original; it seemed to climax too quickly. You've got to make room for that mounting sense of dread!
At any rate, subjectively I think this is an improvement.