Emberwood red woe

she is wakening.
golden wings and a terrible mouth of fire.
she is coming
he grabbed, clutched for it; he dug in the leaf-litter; he 
it was gone
gone
gone.
the amulet.
the portion of his soul, going down a witch's throat; he drew a ragged circle with thin stick around himself and huddled in it, whispering the glen-tongue which came only at such times as these, a tormented man dipping toward madness once more.