Crucible.

Cry havoc

and let slip

the slouching beasts

that point their searching eyes

toward most holy Bethlehem.

Kiln of the flayed

ugly little god.

Beginning of all its tedious works.

Black lean hounds approach by night,

slithering through tall grass

as serpents slipping through black water.

Their movement reckoned

only by moonlight.

They shall make this place unclean,

befoul this sacred ground.

Come fill your belly with man-flesh.

Take back what is yours.