A/N: No, I don't own WoT. And no, this isn't going to be just another of my mad Shadowspawn fantasies. But it is beginning with a few Shadowspawn themed poems, because that's what I have on hand. The next chapter will be very different, I promise.
Darkhounds
Hunters of the Blight
A rare majestic sight
Silver fang and shining eye
Fur as black as midnight sky
Denning in the valleys of the Mountains of Dhoom
Born into the Shadow-gloom
Running swiftly o'er the land
Sculpted by the Dark One's hand
They are living works of art
Seeing them delights my heart
To a Dragkhar
I can think of no better place
To die than in your winged embrace
Clasped unto your snowy breast
My lips to your crimson ones pressed
Your eyes black pools to swallow me
And in your song, eternity
Trolloc Lullaby
You will learn to kill, small one
You will feast on fresh, warm flesh
You will eat all you need and kill still more
Legions will fall to your hungry blade
You will be great and strong; none who bar your way will live
Sleep now, and dream of future kills