Anathema

A witch came upon my dream
Read the dark that lays within
Demons lurking into the night
As my past faded into the light.

An elder king warned his rage
Upon the mighty northern race
Wrath he called down from the sky
Once the battle became their cry.

I dreamt the skies turned to ash
Raging storms piercing their eyes
Riding the winds of fire and snow
Their strength became his eternal fall.

Slash of the burning steel
Carved his hands into the sea
Curse of his eyes the crimson fiend
As he came to claim his ring.