On the darkest night,
In the darkened field.
The horrid creature lurks,
From battlement to battlement.
Captivated by the endless stream of blood,
The scent of decayed flesh smells of tar.
The putrid air sustains the beast,
Keeping the hunger from rising.
Out of the bodies a second is born,
Before the other it should yield.
Moving to close the distance,
They move faster onto the next settlement.
Closing the distances between,
The fort is seen from afar.
Jumping over the wall slaughtering them all,
In a situation so compromising.
The damage takes its toll,
The bodies pile and build.
Teetering on the brink of roll,
Suspended by stakes and poles.
The beast's cheer in victory,
Raising they're swords in the air.
An army of a thousand,
Amidst bodies of a million.