Now and then a question would be raisedStrong misgivings threatened to be voicedBut these were judgments wiser not to sayTo doubt the child could prove to be a rash and deadly choiceBy now the Crimson reign had proved too muchThe monastery was shadowed under dreadBut fear decreed that hostile thoughts be crushedFor the creature had the power to crawl inside your headThe mother in her darkest moment knewThe time had come for action to be taken