Blogging Poetry

She was The Fang.

The walking wounded from ancient wars.

Her True Name was lost,

Epochs, each unknown,

Her Heart bore the Frost

of the Dead, long gone.

Around the war fires,

they whispered her song

lyric to inspire

savagery… anon.

Stepping light, she warred.

Her foes? Mundane.

Her Soul? Shredded scars.

She was The Fang.

Millenia’s Death,

She reaped and whirled.

With each ragged breath,

legend unfurled.

Finest of Thirteen,

the Captain’s will,

was the lonely thing,

to sate Hunger. Kill.

O’ the Ancient War

had made The Fang.

Behind her mind’s bars,

this Beast, untamed.

The Captain sought peace,

only for her.

But, War would not cease.

The Fang. Soldier.

Immortal was she,

as she’d always been.

Worst Casualty,

of Wars Within.

Bow your head and mourn The Fang.

© All rights reserved, 2017.


“The Fang” concept art by Trey Justineau of Blue Muse Creations.

5 comments on “She was The Fang.

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