The oldest of us is still young

But too old to carry the burden alone

Though my teeth are aching

I know it’s not my time to join her

The night will wait for me

It is my brother that follows her

Into the woods, into the dark.

Iron chains digging into the earth behind them

Her back is bent and broken already

He carries her too

The weight of one, the weight of us all

The moon has a price

and we pay the toll

First with the flesh

Then our soul