Rick saw it first, black smoke that couldn't be.
Immediately eased his bowstring, leaping off the window free,
Cornelius, John and the merry three,
Were caught off guard and put to grief,
Rick's sorrow and building agitation,
Made his hands limp and cold, his bow slipped free,
His legs turned back to wood, decaying rapidly,
Paul was wrong she, isn't sleeping peacefully...