Into the Void
Caution to you, traveler.
"Deep in the woods where the greens turn to grey Is a beautiful woman who drowns all the fae She laughs as she does this, giddy and gay And her howls can split through the night and the day
As men come a-crawling to knock on her door, She plucks out their hearts and howls some more Then she carries their bodies down to the shore Rolling them in to the rank, reedy moor.
Wiping her hands clean, she turns to go home Pinning her hair up with combs made of bone, Knowing that others have set out to roam. ...Five more have died as you've read this poem."