From the far reaches of the north
where the lone wolf sings
a daughter brought forth
wretched war shall bring
twice-scorned by blood
she spills it on the snow
a queen begins to bud
proving her worth down below
caverns dark and deep
sightless bat-like monsters
once lulled to sleep
in the southern coves
where the wind whips the sea into foam
like sultry breaths in desert groves
a siren mourns a place not home
with hurricanes seduced
and bloodlust stirred
monsters are loosed
with barely a word
her crown is claimed
in waters pink
but the wild is not tamed
by an iron drink
a throat that holds no voice
holds a kingdom in a steel vice
she finds she has no choice
but to pay a blood-sealed price
a single eye golden-bright
and a ruthless mind
keener than the sharpest knife
a bargain and a wicked bind
love is the golden thread
which wraps around our throats
a mother once-dead
lying in fields of ripened oats
an eye for an eye
wit against wit
a soul taken by
a demon bit by bit
a fatherless scrawny son
who loved his mother greater
than any other's heart could've done
In the windswept plains
where the hawks are kings
a boy takes great pains
to avoid the rustling of wings
his eyes young and clear
glimpse bones smooth and white
he does not yet know fear
not true fear- the one you can feel in the light
a king-the greatest of them all
rests dead picked clean by carrion
something in the boys' stomach begins to fall
and he stumbles away unable to carry on
In snow, in sea, in fertile earth
engendered from earth to sky
a dark rebirth
with a demon's cry
blood was spilt
and tears were shed
grasp your hilt
and mourn your dead
