With burning sticks from fires gone
Hearts ablaze and about to burst
Memory rising to the surface to scare
Away the feelings of awe as we touch
Careening toward accusations
Unable to prevent the fear
But let us draw near to the villain
And root out the screams we hear
Into the flickering we fly at the beasts
Gleaming steel shearing the flesh
And the guttural cry of lighting up
Like a glowing log in the furnace
Smoking out our hearts with terror
And at the end of the night,
We are exhausted, shivering, bleeding, weeping,
And once more left alive.
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With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem. This is the poem related to Chapter 20.
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