[Cards] Rod of the Scarecrow (Patreon)

One to light the pyres, one to hew the wheat,
one to guard the harvest, one to feel its heat.
Yet still the fields are empty, the ground is stained in red,
for what your soul will harvest, is better left unsaid.
And all that you had wished for, lies buried with the dead.

—From The Creation of the Strawman, as written by Crowback Freda