Poor Baird of the Tower was a lonely Wizard

Against his wishes, he was led to the flame

Kicking and screaming and clawing the dirt

His final memories, storm clouds and pain

Emerged a new Baird, not of this world

With a new name, Wraith Devout

Lonely no more, he filled up his bottomless grave

With what you might wonder, you do not want to know

Day after day, month after month

His appetite insatiable, his thirst never quenched

The grave might have a bottom yet

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