Talons Grasp in talon's grasp a serpent coiled the curse of crow in accent hoarse drawn to despair orchard of bone doomed to endure the woven word all ears incline dread me inspire eternal fire that inward burns dare we descend? this drama dire these cursed words of labored phrase immersed in verse so fate decrees eternal flame we ever reign in tempest torn the stress of storm with horns of scorn the black air scourged