The Moonskull Verses Canto 1
Flesh, like timber falls
hewn by movements
incomprehensible.
Tundraslug village,
its safety
wrested by wind.
A bloody wind that
lifts the people
from the ground,
tossing them with
frightful violence
only to be skewered
upon a hidden blade.
The Bloody Wind
tore with such fervency
that the villagers
fled into the wild.