A raven greets me,
Here with my back to this stone.
Her name is Doom, and her blackbird’s
Gaze is familiar to me.
“A dog’s life you\'ve lived, Hound of Culann,” She seems to say.
“And now a dog’s death you die.”
Serene and solemn I reach into my wounds
And tear the guts from myself.
The rage of the warp-spasm is gone.
It is not for anger that I suffer this mutilation.
Now, gore-lashed to the stone,
I break Doom’s gaze,
Raise my spear,
And die,
A man at last.