by Nick Gisburne
They stagger through the black and broken trees,
Too weary to be troubled by the smoke,
And, while a stinking sickness taints the breeze,
No grief can save the fallen, those who choke.
One crime, the most forbidden of the Fey,
Brings misery, disaster, pain, and death.
Submission to their hated human prey
Begets a child of shame, a Shimmer-Neth.
Contaminated magic, twisted lore,
And all the dark atrocities of man,
Create a creature, bleak like none before,
A cancer at the heart of every clan.
The forest burns. Its peoples bend and break.
The Shimmer-Neth, they know, is their mistake.
