Yung Hunts [Poem]

[Azrayel]

Unswift to the call of the Mother
Metal and acid all spit, in pools of ichor the sortie fails.
But if I slash the tallhosts to my druther,
My sisters cannot be born from their entrails.
Hisssss! shall I be born again or ever slumber?
Grasp more hosts between my claws facing more of their number?
When ugly weeds cover this planetoid,
My sole thought shall be to spread my Queen's will across the void.

~a Young Hunter's Lament

[Dolth]

Beside the fact I had to translate/check the meaning of a word out of four, that is brillant.

[SagaSword]

Check out my Poem post here on the Art & stories section, you'll love it. It's called "The work of art!"

Besides that, your poem is amazing.

[xywenx00]

I didn't know xenos were such great artists. A shame we have to exterminate them.