Demonized the winds howls like en Erinnye
As it sweeps down the mountains and invaders
The valleys of the North, bearing gifts of death,
Freezing the lone wanderer its bitter frost
The witch cast the runes and foretold a curse
The dragons, she said, would awaken in a month
And descent from their lairs to lay low our homes
And even the Kings mighty stone walls
On the seventh day a blizzard came,
Cruel shards of ice lashing us to bleed
And a roar did echo from the endless depths
Of the Hollow Earths caverns and sanctums
It was a little child that saw the first dragon fly,
Etched against a darkened sky early in the morn
He saw the beasts glaring black eyes, heard the rush
Of wide leathery wing and then saw no more again
The fury of the unclean fell upon the folk,
Fire, claw and fang gored the tender flesh
And stripped it clean of muscle and bone
Til none was left to tell the tale or an echo of the screams remained
