Uwe the Terrible and the Five Hostages, an excerpt

So from a scourged land of sun
and sand, rose the sons
of clansmen heirs. In
a singular search for power,
glory and unity
they set forth upon a serpent
canoe into the cauldronous
pits of the Pennines.

In this domain of demons
and beasts, they beheld a burghal
of unholy hosts. These cursed
beings, blind and
with bound, shrunken heads, bewailed
in their brethren's blight.
Upon them, the kinsmen were thrust.
With care and quelled chinks of mail,
they crossed the cache.
To the other side, they arrived,
but only to traverse endless tunnels
whence they wandered upon
an homely inhuman with
a hundred eyes and hands.
From its lips,
it craftily conveyed
through those poisonous pairs,
"A covenant for a kiss."

by Jade Saelee

Read the extended (though still imcomplete version) here: Uwe the Terrible and the Five Hostages