~~~ Carnage ~~~
~ Carnage ~
Unherly wight of shivelit night,
Whose mauling swafe swenge all who fight;
A tway-toothed sleight of fearsome fright,
Bounds surly blight of gloam-tinged might.
Ferocious grenthe launch grasps ' n' gropes,
In slumbery skulks through warth-bound moats;
'Cross walnut copse thence mist-swirled moors,
Grim Lycaon beast breathes fabled lore.
Yea, midnight's lamp floods flashing claws,
That glint and scrape oak village doors;
Hark, eisful flesh seek shalk which wast,
Bethralled by howl-pierced Celtic frost.
Beswart in name's calumnious fame,
Vile blades doth clench 'pon canine gain;
Thereth, twilight swevet brake graveyard hood,
As lych-lord's slaked by trembling blood.