Liam and his cronies stop their search.
In front of them was an eagle, strong in his perch.
They got down their horses, for further research.
It was the home of the girl from the mountain hut.

One man came up to the door.
He knocked once and once more.
The answer he received was the silence it bore.
'It' was the home of the girl from the mountain hut.

On the orders of Liam, a second man came.
He held a stick in his hand, a sharp strong cane.
He hit on the door, again and again,
Till they entered the home of the girl from the mountain hut.

One of them entered and came out, shaking his head.
Liam's expression was livid. His eyes glowed red.
He asked them to look for clues instead.
Liam's men went inside the home of the girl from the mountain hut.

They found some grains and food kept in jars and bowls.
They found a couple of stray books, quite old.
They found some coins, but no silver nor gold.
But they could not find the girl from the mountain hut.

The eagle flew away, calling out loud.
Liam heard it and he turned around.
Something caught his eye on the ground.
Was it a clue about the girl from the mountain hut?

After thoroughly checking, the men followed their sire.
Liam said, "This is nothing but a pyre.
There is no turning back! Set it on fire!"
'It' was the home of the girl from the mountain hut.

Against the flames that reached for the sky like mad,
Liam and his men were but a silhouette, black clad.
A single scrap of paper, his hand had.
It was the handwriting of the girl from the mountain hut.