A heart howls to the four cold winds,
Unheard, for all its terrible emotion.
Devoid of meaning, a scream in the wilderness
As a black figure comes into view.
Barren of feeling, newborn to the dark,
It embraces the icy breeze and hums a nightmarish song.
Behind it, the figure leaves a cottage in flames,
As wild dogs ravage the disgraced owner who obeyed his own lust.
His punishment, now flames.
As the figure walks a straight path
A sly grin on its pock marked face,
Ruana laughs, her heart torn,
Her evil babe, reborn.
Free to create hell on this earth
Brychan breathes and the crows fall at his feet
Carrion he leaves, and evil he seeks.