W is for that land of your birth, it will be taken, for thoughtless Wayward children fail gravely from being saved.
I go could for that when choosing it can only oneâ€™s Ill civilization to bring out the worst in others.
T forms the reminder to never Taunt what has shown to be stopped.
C suits the Curses that infest in others wits that nearby blood to spill all will to split away, meaningless.
H is known not as misery nor ecstasy, but that Halfway-residence that rests, between, forgotten.