Disclaimer: La di da… I just hit my finger and it hurts! Damn it. Anyway I don't own any of the characters or 'situations' in this 'story'. Yeah.
Silver Claws – By Dragon Shadows
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Riding on the storm knows as battle
Comes a flock of silver death
We hunger for human suffering and fear
And for four hundred years we have been denied
Our Queen knows what we need
With her magic she found us a
Battle, between the Kings own and
A camp of bandits
Using our magic we hover
And wait for the battle to end
The Own win easily
After the battle yet before we begin
A man walks among the injured
To those who see us he tells them
"Listen in silence as the Dark God
Comes unto you, for it is your healing, your salvation."
"Listen in silence," he tells them
Who is he to take our voices from us?
When we reach them we shall scream
As the sound of the tearing flesh rents the air
"It is your healing, your salvation," he tells them
What healing is there in being tourn apart?
Let him answer that
What salvation do we offer? None
We defile the corpses of all alike,
Not one do we spare
Four hundred years we have
Been gone, yet once again we ride
The storm known as battle
A flock of silver death
Silver teeth click and snap
In anticipation
Silver claws clasp
Our hunger is no longer so great
OoOoOooo… that was really dark. I have no idea how Jess wrote that. shudddder