No other night like this turns the forest to abyss.
Wretched animals, the birds of satan.

Unborn children of cold blood killers, on the altar of sacrifice.
Kill your half-brothers, steal their mother.
Cursed be your life.

She was a silhouette drawn against the setting sun,
and I won her over just a few nights before.
I told her she could stay, at the last breath of the day,
but she had a task the forest had asked to do.