The Keres

Fanged and taloned beckoning she
Her bloody garments hanging free
Spirits of the violent death
On battlefields don’t hold your breath
Ripping souls from those men who
Took flight to death And thus did woo
Were torn apart by bloody shot
Or ripped into and living not

The Keres came lamentably
To steal the souls of all who be
Lost forever in a mire
Of circumstance and such desire
That all life taken lost for sure
In what was just much blood and gore
A witch may summon the Keres to
With the evil eye
Bequeathed to you
To bring death on her enemies
Meadea’s Magic craftily
Brought Talos creaking to his knees
Despite his strength
Despite his power
Done with the greatest ease