Oh, half orc, born of malice, took his last breath
Upon the Green Road he took his last steps.
Oh, half orc, of terrible face and breadth,
Looked into her eyes and, there, met Death.
Cat's eyes glowing in the last light of day
Waited and watched those traversing the Way;
A highwayman looking for an easy prey,
Goods to rob and life to slay.
A crone appeared, riding a dark steed;
Incensed his wickedness and his greed.
From his hiding place he growled and leaped
To set upon her with strength and speed.
What lay under her hood gave him pause;
He stilled his movements and his claws,
No power to look away or withdraw,
Some strange horror in his stomach gnawed.
She sat upright, no longer bowed,
And looked at him as one who Knows
How the cycles of life come and go;
She, neither young, nor old.
When morning came upon the heights,
Of hills tall and flowers bright,
The half orc lay broken, a ghastly wight;
Gone his provisions, gone his life.
Oh, half orc, born of malice, took his last breath
Upon the Green Road he took his last steps.
Oh, half orc, of terrible face and breadth,
Looked into her eyes and, there, met Death.
