There was a Lord Burnt who had blood in his hair
He wandered the Wilds with never a care
Both easy and hard with the 'folk and the Guard
There was a Lord Burnt who had blood in his hair

He came to the waters on which the sun shone
Where lived once the mages and Sisters of Swan
And then he passed by an edask old and high
When falling sun meant that he could not go on

Lord Burnt built his fire at the foot of the tree
And then he lay down 'tween edask and Wild Sea
Once stars lit the sky there arose a long sigh
One sight and two sighs and again to make three

"Oh come here Lord Burnt, oh climb up to my swing
Climb up and I'll give you a wonderous thing
The Wilds have not seen it since old Tyhrne was green
Climb up to take it and your name they will sing"

He looked up the tree in whose needles light drowned
The Lord Burnt climbed up far away from the ground
He came to her swing and he saw a strange thing
Her hair wrapped the tree a full three times around

"Unwrap my hair once," begged the lady in white
"Do so and I will ask naught of you tonight
A thing of the past will be yours till your last
But only if you free me before first light"

He searched round the tree till he found her hair's end
Old copper and pyrite and jet in the blend
Her hair cold as ice was still wrapped around twice
When once more Lord Burnt came to sit in the bend

She gave him a fledgling with wings made of pine
And smiled as she told him, "This never was mine.
My trees aren't so dark and this hatched from the bark
Of the branches that make this prison of mine"

There was a Lord Burnt who had pine in his hair
Who traveled from Tangle to Ice cold and bare
With a young wingling who filled days with singing
There was a Lord Burnt who had pine in his hair

He came to the waters and sat once again
He ate his cold dinner and built a fire then
Lord Burnt closed his eyes and waited for the sighs
Of the white lady, that strangest of women

"Oh come here Lord Burnt, oh climb up to my height
Climb up and I'll show you a wonderous sight
The Tames have not known it since first wheat was sown
Climb up and they'll speak of your deeds great and bright"

He studied the tree with its needles of black
And climbed up its limbs without once looking back
He came to her height and he saw an old sight
Her hair wrapped the tree but two times front and back

"Unwrap it again," the lady in white pled
"Do so and I'll show you a sight thought long dead
And follow the scene to see what has once been
Just free me from one of these chains on my head"

He went and he found the end of her long hair
With bronze and with ebon and bright silver there
Took it in his hands and wound it to the sands
And when he was done the tree was all but bare

She showed him a mountain that brushed the dark sky
And frowned as she told him "If a man could fly
He could rest on top without fear of the drop
To enter and raise up the swords that there lie"

There was a Lord Burnt who had steel in his hair
Who conquered from the Thorns to the Greenlord's Stair
With swords made of steel and guards who ate no meal
There was a Lord Burnt who had steel in his hair

And when he was done he did turn his eyes south
He went and followed the river to its mouth
His traveling alone did cause many to moan
So he took the bird and the sword with him south

Three came to the waters and sat on the shore
The Lord Burnt and his sword exchanged tales of lore
As they watched night rise up into the wide skies
And then soon the white lady's sighs made them four

"Oh come here Lord Burnt, oh climb up to my side
Climb up and I'll give you a gift ne'er denied
To go with your bird and your sword a gift third
But if you betray me you'll soon wish you'd died"

Lord Burnt did not wait before starting to climb
He did so with speed as though practiced in crime
He came to her side and he saw with great pride
Her hair had been wound 'round the tree but one time

"Untie it once more," said the lady in white
"Free me from my bonds and you'll earn a gift bright
And when I am free then you will soon agree
That it was for the best that you came tonight"

He went and he followed her hair to its tips
As he passed through the needles black as eclipse
He sought out the threads of deep fiery reds
Which had long since tangled itself in the grips

She gave him a feather made of such dark pine
And had no expression as she said "It's mine
Set it on fire and feed the flames higher
With wood and then toss your wingling inside"

Lord Burnt took the feather and set it aflame
But would not allow his wingling to go lame
The wingling flew high up into the dark sky
And dove straight down to the brightest burning flame

There was a Lord Burnt who had blood in his hair
Who ruled o'er a land from Sea Wilds to Sea Fair
Unburnt by his side were his bird and his bride
There was a Lord Burnt who had blood in his hair