Please, help us! The
young boy did cry
Too young to die
He clung to his cage
His brother was
dead, gone forever
he must be clever
to not share his fate
He cried out again, as
the cultists did chant
to rave, and to rant
trying to summon a beast
No hope did he feel
as he prayed
to be saved
to avenge his family
The shadows did writhe
tendrils dancing this way
and that, invading the fray
with an inhuman hiss
The cultists took notice
and dropped to their knees
howling their pleas
unaware of the beasts' disdain
The shadows seemed deaf
to the monsters' prayers
heading towards an unexpected player
in the chess game of life
They clutched at it
through fingers, the shadows slipped
as they pushed and tripped
one another in search of salvation
'I want power!' said
one, 'I want money!'
cried far too many
as they tried to draw its attention
The shadows kept going
unaware or, perhaps, uncaring
of the few daring
to try and get in its way
So many had died
at the hands of the monsters
little more than impostors
believing themselves worthy
The boy in the cage
could do nothing but stare
at a sight oh-so rare
as shadows rushed to him
They began to gather
revealing eyes as red as
hellfire, while in the mass
sharp teeth did gleam
A human, it resembled, just
barely, a shadow man
seeming quite a fan
of the boys' predicament
The beast grinned and,
stalking forward, he prowled
teeth gleaming as he growled
'My, aren't you a young Master?'