KWK 81
“Beware meek children, the Raksham fiend.
The thing that shimmer in the night,
and there slither just out of sight.
Curled claws and venom fangs,
a jabbing stinger out for children’s eyes.
Its meal all meek things beneath the bloody moon.
Let ring the blue brass bell,
A cry so sweet, turned jagged noose.
Curled Sham bound with metal bands,
A stolen dream turned into steel,
To rend the throats of many more.”
-The Scarlet Shivan
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