The Killing

We gathered together
In a circle of magic
Lost in the moment
As harpists wove
Their enchantment
Each chord
Echoed
Reverberated
Into the flowing tide
Of our arteries
Into, and through our hearts
As though we were the strings
Then out of the dewy mists
Came a roaring
As before my eyes
I watched with horror
As my dancing companions
Fall to the ground
Impaled on iron spears
Their blood
Began to flow outwards
Still pulsing
From the music
I fled
As they bled
I glanced round
Just the once
Seeing the carnage
And the grinning
Triumphant humans
Savages
Murderers of the innocent
Celebrating their cowardice
I wept
And bled
Then disappeared into the mist

by Jemia