Pay Your Dues

Shards of glass cover the floor, all bloodied and disarrayed, The night of terror exposed to us all, the town came out and prayed. For the ten were gone, yet none be found, people were completely dismayed. On a night in October, the last abduction took place, and people started to fear, for the Hunt was on, it was a gruesome place, and Halloween was near, All saints eve, the threat was made, and the message was very clear. Every Child that strayed from their homes, were viewed as potential prey, As the day drew nearer, and the nights became clearer, people were too scared to say, That what they knew, had taken the ten, could not be kept away. They kept to their houses, and blocked out the windows, It would travel the streets at night, and unsuspecting loners, would surely be feared by the sight, For the wraiths of the east, and the spectres from the north, would come into view, in flight. Their crone like appearance, as they flew towards, the windows that were uncovered, Unhitching the locks with wisps of their form, an opening they discovered, And entering the homes, their screams did render, a paralytic state, as they hovered. They showed themselves, they drank from the fear, their sustenance an eternal ache, all the while, maintaining the town, in a solitary wake, for from the west, is where he lived, and his prize did he come to take. The delusion of the town, as they knew he was bound, for that last of the sacred eleven, and nought could stop, the town was enslaved, to a duty bound replevin The prayers were sent, the pleas to change the conditions, yet the signatory, defied the heavens. So all was set, the Hunt was on, as cruelty has its way, as the beast arrived, to take its final prey, yet it brought the children into the square, and called out that day, that to covertly re-neg the conditions of the pact, insults me in the greatest way. So tonight I have come, as honour bound there is derision, and the code that must be kept, has faltered in the times gone by, while your life prospers, you must pay the eleven as your debt, for to deceive the plan, and alter the course, of your selfish need, the coming reminder is no threat. And as the towns folk watch, still immovable, entranced the Wild Hunt takes all the children He strips them of skin, and devours their flesh, exposing his skin of reptilian, and he gorges on bones, and licks his fingers, as the blood coagulates within them. The mass destruction of the next generation, in full view of the players, will ensure a debt paid, without complaint, enabling them, the soothsayers. For in eleven years, he shall return, yet prosper they shall not, and the children will come, as a gift to the Hunt, or he will devour the lot. 27/10/2018