The Hunt

The wold was dark under a moonless sky,

A rolling sea of obsidian and grass.

T’was the blood of my hands and your bonds,

That egged on a howling plague.

From over a lip of darkness,

Poured a thousandfold of burning eyes.

All we could do was run on,

And pray to forgotten gods.

-M.E. Inkowl

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