Deaths master, mastered in turn by his heart
Now love betrayed, his heart burns with hate
Ware all whom his blood hungry eye falls upon
They can expect Sword Weather, Battle Sweat and the call of the cold earth.
Those old and wise enough to know his past deeds
Know the cold dread of what is coming.
And more his power has swelled since his return from Cythril.
His grave rotted host a sea of rank, swollen flesh and breath hungry madness.
Unless, to temper his wrath, the boundaries of death can be crosses, the bounds of love be broken and a poets ending be respoken.