(ee-fa)
by Nick Gisburne
Of seven sisters, Aoife is the last.
Her soul survives the killing of her kind.
A twisted witch, her powers, unsurpassed,
Exquisitely intoxicate the mind.
She steals a secret measure of the moon,
A primitive, unfathomable thing.
With this, with every dark, corrupted rune,
She whispers in the nightmares of the king.
His tortures took the seven, all but her,
And every piece of passion in her heart
Directs his dreams, a silent saboteur,
To rip his tainted dynasty apart.
His vision is no haunting of the head.
He wakes to find the son he strangled, dead.
