not old the woods

these are the times of open flame
when nothing hidden can survive
nothing be done the beast to tame
but with an urging to survive
the books each tell a different tale
the journals cannot say what's true
we armour up with plate or mail
yet cannot now courage imbue
the craft that fly over these lands
no longer make us feel secure
we fear control by unknown hands
we fear the house will not endure
the answer is that like forgotten snow
the followers care not where we go