Burnham Wood

An innocent girl

Looks out her window

And sees Burnham Wood come to Dunsonaine.

They're coming for her,

Bent on death.

Her death.

/

They only have a vague idea of

What they're hunting for.

Just a menacing green face

Underneath a cloud of doubt.

One against one hundred:

She's going down.

/

She's not herself,

Possessed by the demons of grief.

I have to bring her back,

Tell her to fight.