Warned of her wrath But burdened by arrogance They committed their sin And were felled by her magick Those brothers with noble blood And pride of equal measure Sprouted feathers black as night Cursed for the remainder of their lives The years passed with their deafening cries Cawing laments from dawn to dusk Until the day they each drew final breaths A solemn reminder of their hubris Emblazoned on the archways of the estate And still today The song of the birds can be heard outside the window