This is incredible, Conor. You built such a heavy, suffocating sense of dread in just a few short paragraphs. This line absolutely floors me: 'rising with Dionysian delight into the onrushing night...' that is such a brilliant, chaotic piece of imagery for an inescapable, singing curse.

I also love how completely you subverted the classic, stoic epic warrior archetype at the end. Bringing a sword to a cosmic singing duel never ends well, and adding his voice to the eternal chorus was the perfect, chilling punchline. Fantastic work with Sarah's prompt!