The first poem in a series of four or five parts. It's basically life, from the White Women's point of view. The next poems will have the names of different characters as titles - the Bluejay, Dustfinger, Farid, the Adderhead, etc. Enjoy the first!
Cold and white
We drift and we float
we have no home.
Our eyes
are colourless and cold
seeing nothing
but what we seek.
We seek
the dying,
whose hearts beat
ever so feebly
whose forms are shrouded in fear.
And the dead,
who we find
are easy prey.
We crave the living-
their energy,
their warmth,
their light.
We bring them
to our world
where Death is king.
That is what we do
for all eternity.