Pol's Voice

Its name mocks its silence, a worthless beast born to

violence ears and whiskers flapping as its yellow

flesh comes slapping across the rank filth of this

ancient subterranean floor. its hate knows no bounds

as its home knows no sounds (but the)

FLAPPING-SLAPPING-SPLATTING OF ITS- YELLOW- FLESH. *i

am the herald of light* I withdraw a shining glory, a

single loving-end of story, the only weakness, a grace

like wings, my bow sings. *UNLEASHED* and in the

silver light my arrows take flight *UNLEASHED* splits

pols voices head and spills its thoughts and dreams

*UNLEASHED* in crimson red across this floor

*UNLEASHED* a host of yellow bodies comes crashing to

my feet NEAT! A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs

CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW

BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF

sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles

A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN

cRImsoN PIles RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY

FROM YOUR OWN VOICE RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING

AWAY FROM POLS VOICE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE!

SILENCE!