Dreams of Prophecy

The maddening impulse to write the words echoing in your head has long faded, but that doesn't stop them from visiting your dreams along with visions of dark woods and whispered chants:
"An eye turns in the mist as dark blood boils and churns.
Vengeance and rippling death will quake through the
noblest fey. Endless shadows will howl as reality unbinds,
crying to the darkness that waits in veiled lands."