The Land of the Dead

Men came running from afar Naked bodies full of scars Struggling in the heavy tar Trying to reach the glowing star I heard nothing but screams Shouts over dead dreams Something came and took the glow Cloth on its face and on its back sat a crow It started rising black snow Snow ashes rising from below Found myself in the land of the dead The land where there's no body nor head No books are read No words are said It came back and whispered in my ear And ever since, the ship is mine to steer