Whistle While You Work

Fierce is the feast of the bottom feeding

Consensus of the many to decist their further breeding



Upon broken promises their faith is kept

Shadows move about, prowling while they slept



From the soured breast the leaches suckle

They will work until they bodies tire, and their legs buckle



Atop their lifeless bodies a new crop will emerge

Their knowledge known from the surrounding scourge



Again they will strive for the dream

Falsley promised from their queen



The sick die off and the bodies mound

Enough for some to escape the chains from wich their bound



One by one they'll climb out of the hole.

Bringing death, increasing the toll



Fill it back in with those slain

Once it's full, we'll start again.

a reply to: JinMI

S&F🤗 I'm taking a quick break from the Beast Bills thread.😚

a reply to: JinMI

Another great writing!

nice one Jin!

a reply to: awareness10

Welcome back Wildling!!

...and thank you

a reply to: JinMI

Very black, but very good! S&F

a reply to: laughingdog

Thank you

We likes the dark, yes we do!