Look out to see who the next will be
Entering this circle of old oak trees
His voice, they say, is vibrant and lush
His brothers recall such sound only once
"It is him!" they say, "Fortold in the past!"
"The one who could bring both fortune and wrath!"
The young drisac looked on in awe
He did not see what the others saw
"I know not what you speak of!" he quickly replied
Then silenced rushed in and he went to his side
He felt a wet wind, like that by the sea
When he arose, he overlooked a valley
Instantly, thick gray fog rolled in
He could feel the moisture all over his skin
He looked all around and muffled a scream
A path in the fog formed, so it seemed
He pressed on foward, knowing not where it led
It seemed like he had traveled for hours on end
The fog then receded to show him a lake
Cold mist made his body tremble and shake
Just as his mind found the courage to speak
He was interrupted by a voice, soft and weak
In an instant, the lake was gone and lost
Enclosed by a fog and chill, colder than frost
With a gasp he awoke, as though he wasn't gone
His brothers were around him, with arms drawn
They asked what he saw, but he wouldn't say
He just new in his heart that it wasn't the day
Thereafter in dreams, he heard the voice again
"Choose your path wisely, for it could bring great pain."