“The Dream Blighter reigns by Witherveins,

Back torn, flesh shorn, soul worn.

Blind Woman, lady fool, slackjaw tool,

All that she is will be his by noon.

Mind entwined by guilty wire,

now all she’s good for is the pyre.

All for a lack of baleful fire.”

-Witherveins, part of  children’s rhyme, version transcribed in Bydon by Hapswell Einon.

Authors note:  Sung with glee.