Tales from the Wastes - Cilia

her Body laid

upon the unforgiving Wastes

snow, like a blanket

from her head, to her toes.

her frame was Light

Sickened and Slight

With a Ribcage of Fishhooks

a Rattling bag of Bones.

the Footprints before her

Filled by their Shoes

the Men of Black stilted Silhouettes.

their Cloaks gleamed of Stars to her Hungry Eyes

with every Flake that Danced upon them.

they Bellowed and Smiled

with Ivory teeth

yellowed with Discontinued care.

their Eyes, Covered with the guise

of the sun's snow reflecting gleam,

as they Held forth their Books.

Bound from the sun touched Flesh of Devoted cattle

With Sleeves Littered in Breadcrumbs

and stomachs Full Of Lies.

"we have No Food for you my Child

but god saves those who Pray."

and within the Rhythm

among the Symphony of Howling wind

they laid their Words upon her chest

and Cilia was Never seen Again.

Author's Note

The Capital letters are like that on purpose, they are not a spelling error. They symbolize the most important words in the poem.