The Silent Hunter

I saw him walk the forest and no. The boy had

armored grim stitched from ruined bone and spine. Cloak of blood. A helmet.

He raised a spear with splintered breath and struck the nightshade

into death. I saw him where the body's hung.

Where silence swallowed every tongue. The night shade clicked their eyes glow.

They stepped through shadow Fast and low he swam the sword ships bent

and scarred and pale ones fell their sile. I saw him

drag a broken axe. Its half was split, its edge was