Malachi's demiseThe years were unkind to poor malachiHe was all twisted except for his eyesHe crept through the house and kept to the darkHe traveled through holes in search of his markPoor Jenny was next he'd supped her beforeHer breath came labored but still he'd take moreIn flew a raven it penned the troll downIt pierced his dark heart magick was unboundA curse was undone Tatiana surprisedThe fairies set free but Malachi died