The Raven King

The raven has flown and left the tower

And Albion feels all abandoned a desecrated cenotaph 

surveillance state and waning choices

Guarded by warriors we knew guided by our ancestral voices



Let flags of black and red unfurl

Echoes of distant laughter

Confederation of the dispossessed

Fearing neither God nor master



Brother of this wretched man

I heed your call never giving in

Watching from his perch bemused

I see him now the spectre of the Raven King

All our lives transformed touched forevermore

All connected all as one



Forever in this moment

Rejecting those who would control us