The Spiderhaunt in Autumn
Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 8:37 am
The Spiderhaunt in Autumn
Here they skitter there they strike!
Hunting on spindly legs with frightening eyes
And cruel mandibles
The great spiders are massing
Trolls abound here wait and see
With bloody jaws and gaping teeth
They hunt throughout this lonely deep
Under the falling leaves
Their ragged allies
From Talona’s heart
The Tree Blights come
Growing clumps of stick and brush
Quiet as a creeper’s touch
The nights are growing longer
Gray sun and water ‘neath the sky
These woods watch with hungry eyes
For savorier faire than ‘tis it’s soil
Under Autumn’s bedding
Enter the wood at your own risk
When shadows fall about you in the mist
Midst skirling winds watch the shadows – quick!
For it grows fangs here
Travel close to your comrades
Show not your pride or slowly lag
Stragglers are dealt with
By spider’s web and trollish maw
The ‘Blights’ taproots
The hungry sod
Heroes and fools alike
Feed
The blood-dark roots here
Come if you would while day survives
Quickly now ‘fore courage flies
Winter is coming – come!
The wood is hungry
Here they skitter there they strike!
Hunting on spindly legs with frightening eyes
And cruel mandibles
The great spiders are massing
Trolls abound here wait and see
With bloody jaws and gaping teeth
They hunt throughout this lonely deep
Under the falling leaves
Their ragged allies
From Talona’s heart
The Tree Blights come
Growing clumps of stick and brush
Quiet as a creeper’s touch
The nights are growing longer
Gray sun and water ‘neath the sky
These woods watch with hungry eyes
For savorier faire than ‘tis it’s soil
Under Autumn’s bedding
Enter the wood at your own risk
When shadows fall about you in the mist
Midst skirling winds watch the shadows – quick!
For it grows fangs here
Travel close to your comrades
Show not your pride or slowly lag
Stragglers are dealt with
By spider’s web and trollish maw
The ‘Blights’ taproots
The hungry sod
Heroes and fools alike
Feed
The blood-dark roots here
Come if you would while day survives
Quickly now ‘fore courage flies
Winter is coming – come!
The wood is hungry
