Dearg Due was loved and so was rewarded
Night would not fall on her mortal life.
But Dearg Due felt guilt for a gift undeserv-ed.
Cruel verse, cruel verse, the gift meets a curse.
Dearg Due bore her gift to a many-headed fiend.
She jumped into its maw – an immortal strike.
She tore and she rent, but fortune forsake her.
Cruel verse, cruel verse, the gift meets a curse.
The dragon cursed the wolf within its own gullet.
Dearg Due was doused in eternal unlife.
Spat back to Manafem, she stalked the sand, listless.
Cruel verse, cruel verse, the gift meets a curse