They spoke to me, splintering words
In the broken-breath hiss of desire,
Holding my gaze with the glow of their swords
As they circled and circled my fire.


"We are they who devour the dawn.
No god can hold us, no chain and no bond.
We are the breaking and we are the end,
All those who see us will tremble and bend.

So careful now, careful now, watch where you tread,
Your life is our substance, our butter and bread.
Living or dying, our reach is not stayed,
Darkness will come, it will not be delayed."