Mallachd na Bròn — The Curse of Grief

Bidh do chridhe trom le caillteanas,
Agus na h-oidhcheannan fada gun shìth.

Bidh do shùilean a’ coimhead air na rudan nach gabh fhaicinn,
Agus na h-eòin gun ghuth a’ seinn nan òrain bhrònach.

Gheibh thu cuimhne a ghlac do anam,
Agus i a’ dannsadh anns a’ ghaoth, cho fliuch ’s a tha an t-sìth.

Gus an toir thu leis an aire agus an cridhe glan,
Bidh do bhròn na shìor-chuimhne,
Agus an cridhe fo uallach, gun leigeil leat dearmad.

This curse is not meant to teach or preserve memory, but to twist grief into perpetual torment.It feeds on the victim’s sorrow, magnifying loss until their mind is haunted by shadows of the dead, the lost, or the opportunities they squandered.

Nights stretch endlessly; silence becomes oppressive. Memories of loved ones or past mistakes intrude unbidden, replaying in loops. Even joy is corrupted, replaced by phantom laughter or whispers of blame.

The curse doesn’t kill the body outright, but erodes the will, leaving the victim hollow, anxious, and obsessed with what they cannot undo.

How it is used

1. The Caster must possess a token tied to the target’s heart — a keepsake, a lock of hair, or an object suffused with their memory.
2. The incantation calls on the wind, earth, or “eyes of sorrow” to awaken latent grief.
3. The grief manifests slowly: first in dreams, then in waking hours, until it overwhelms thought and action.

It is a subtle, patient magic — slow poison for the mind and soul, rather than an immediate strike.

Who would use it

• Those seeking revenge on someone they can’t harm physically.
• Dark sorcerers who harvest emotion for power.
• Vengeful spirits wishing to punish the living for forgetting or betrayal.

When not to use it

• Never on the innocent or unaware: it leaves a permanent scar on the world.
• Never lightly: grief spreads; even the caster can absorb fragments of the suffering.
• Never for curiosity: it corrupts the heart of anyone who witnesses it or recites it carelessly.

The Dark Grief Curse is a weapon of obsession and malice. It thrives on sorrow, consumes compassion, and leaves nothing but the echo of loss.