This tale to ye I tell in hope
that ye will heed me well.
Beware the one that lurks beneath
the boughs of Willow fell.

The sky was lonely, void of cloud
no comp'ny it to keep.
Ahead I spied a forest proud
herein I sought to sleep.

But through the bushes I did see
a dryad by a well.
Ye ne'er should trust that which you see
Beneath the Willow Fell.

She beckoned me to follow fast
indeed, I did pursue.
Until she stopped and turned at last
her eyes were icy blue.

'Neath the silver beams of light
cast by the gibbous moon
She lay with me that lonely night
and thus was wrought my doom.

So 'ware all ye, this spectre's talk
of sorrow known so well.
Seek not the monster that does walk
Beneath the Willow Fell.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Arios, in the year 86 MA.