Mournful minstrel strums his sweet lyre
A mindful of magic and war and desire,
Starts a bitter tale to the haunting noise
That brings a chill to the heart and darkness to joys.
He sings of a monster out in the night
Feeding off joy and swallowing light
Wishing to make the mortal world dark
Dask and as tarred as the stone of her heart.
This monster, an angel once, so they claim.