The face peers out the fire bright

a demon thing that will not burn

Its  body feels no pain this night

as ever slowly, red eyes turn

Your heart drums quick, a fearful beat

your mouth is dry as dessert sand

The demon reaches through the heat

and fastens round your useless hand.


"The Book of Celtic Haunting and Curses" as dreamed by the Wanderer's Muse


The spirit laughs within the flame

a tortured soul will yet remain

to howl the night in hellish pain

or drink the blood for which it came.

  From an Ancient Druid folk song  as Conceived by Francesca QuartoType your paragraph here.