Banquet
A modern Beowulfian style poem. A short story about duty and ritual.
No hymns are sung, no voices pray, yet here they stand and waste away. A town unseen, a fate unspoken, a chain of flesh that mustn't be broken. They guard the void, this starving throne, where something waits with tooth and bone. For if they wane, if one should fall, the king will wake and eat them all.
A modern Beowulfian style poem. A short story about duty and ritual.
No hymns are sung, no voices pray, yet here they stand and waste away. A town unseen, a fate unspoken, a chain of flesh that mustn't be broken. They guard the void, this starving throne, where something waits with tooth and bone. For if they wane, if one should fall, the king will wake and eat them all.
A modern Beowulfian style poem. A short story about duty and ritual.
No hymns are sung, no voices pray, yet here they stand and waste away. A town unseen, a fate unspoken, a chain of flesh that mustn't be broken. They guard the void, this starving throne, where something waits with tooth and bone. For if they wane, if one should fall, the king will wake and eat them all.