The SacrificeA Poem by The Iron HorsemanThe Huntress returns when she is most needed, foiling the forces of darkness.It's summer and the darkness cooks. It's midnight and the full moon looks Down at the ring of stones on the forest floor, That link this world to the Otherworld's door.
Shadows flit between the standing stones, Bone flutes utter ululating tones, A hooded figure wields a bright steel knife, That it will use to take a maiden's life.
Great magics require that blood be spilled, So that demonic appetites may be fulfilled, The lives of innocents must be fed to the damned, To harness powers of evil that lurk in the land.
A dazed maid is led to the altar By a dark priest hauling on her halter. She is laid upon the cold, hard stone, The shadow priests begin to chant and drone.
The priest raises the glittering blade, As the moon's light illuminates the glade. He pauses with the blade held high, To scream a curse into the midnight sky.
But as the dagger plunges towards the maiden's breast, A feathered shaft slashes through his chest, A three-foot barb fired from the night, By a warrior woman who fights for The Light.
More shafts whip from the trees, Dropping shadow priests down to their knees, Before The Huntress steps into the ring, Her last arrow nocked to her string.
The Dark Ones close in for the kill, Underestimating the strength of her will. She raises her bow and aims it high, Driving her last shaft through the leader's eye.
Tossing her bow out into the dark, She draws her sword and carves a hissing arc. She whirls, and dances, and twists, and glides, While her blade flickers, and stabs, and steals more lives.
The bodies pile up at her feet, Until the forces of evil go down to defeat. When all of the Dark Ones are bloody and dead, The Huntress lops off the High Priest's head.
As she approaches the altar stone, She recognizes the maiden as one of her own, Then raises her gently to her feet, Consoling her with words both soft and sweet.
As The Huntress takes the maiden on her way, To find a safe place where she can stay, She assures her that those who seek souls to purloin, Will always be paid out in their own coin. © 2017 The Iron Horseman
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