The good often die before their time.

No one seems to care or truly understand,

They wonder why.

God protects them from the evils to come,

they're here again. he's here again, with elladan at his side, and he has spent the last few hours on the verge of tears in fright. darkon is a place far beyond barovia, surrounded by the same mists of the worlds and at the beck and call of an absent lord.

the disappearance of the dark lord of darkon meant the mists were eating the land away. whole swaths of it cut away under what the locals had started calling the shroud, a thick fog that came with the night and took any who wandered in.

they lay in a village that enebish has forgotten the name of, under the roof of a leaky barn that protects them from the shambling dead outside. he's not afraid of them. he's afraid of the ones in power that still hunt him.

" these people -- they'll do worse than kill us. they'll use you. they'll use you if they can get their hands on you. they'll -- "

he hiccups, curled on his side in the straw.

If I'm the blunt, you could be the lighter babe

Fire it up

Writer baby, you could be the quote

If I'm the lyric baby, you could be the note, record that

Saint I'm a sinner, prize I'm a winner and it's you

What did I do to deserve that

Paper baby, I'll be the pen

Say that I'm the one, cause you are a ten