Beyond Black Birds

This road is an icy river, frozen in time and space;
this dream is a mistic's vision of some other place;
this moment is forever, and yet has never been.
I fear I'm not so clever to rise above my sin. 

The stables now are empty, the hay has gone to mold. 
The path was set before me, but here I've grown so old. 
The sun will set upon me, and when darkness descends, 
I fear no home will have me. I cannot make amends.

Fantastic terrors lie before, 
and I must open up that door
beneath the dreadful Nevermore.