Demonized the wind howls like an Erinnya As it sweeps down the mountains and invades The valleys of the north, bearing gifts of death Freezing the lone wanderer with 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 King's almighty 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 Earth's caverns and sactums... It was a little child that saw the first dragon fly Etched against a darkened sky early in the morn He saw the beast's glaring black eyes, heard the rush Of wide leathery wings... and then saw no more again... The fury of the unclean fell upon the folk Fire, dew and fang gored the tender flesh And stripped it clean of muscle and bone 'Till none was left to tell the tale Or an echo of the screams remained...