Sonnet ISonnet ISonnet I by 7th-Art-War
The claw and fang bearing hunters were just
Blurs of black and grey fur streaking
Through a frosted wood, in which they all trust.
Their gaze and ears pointed toward the shrieking
Of those aflame. A small village razed
By two children of the snow left alone
To dream of a land taken and blazed.
Now they stand by ready to take their throne
Of ash, as souls ascend from their vessels.
Surrounded by the seven monochrome hounds,
The village houses fresh prey that nestles
Gravely close to the looming rumbling sounds
Of their hunters. Before any one of
Them moved, red glares rose to meet mine above