Midnight Raid

Bloodcurdling screams pierce the night

Followed by howls of rage and aggression

A full moon is out, illuminating the carnage below

Fighters circle each other, lithe yet deadly

Poised on the balls of their feet, ready to strike

Weapons clash and axes swing in deadly arcs

Houses and boats are ablaze, and the smell of burning pitch hangs heavy in the air

But it is nothing compared to the foul stench of blood, guts, and dying men

Women and children slip and slide in the mud and gore as they scramble to escape

But no one is safe from the massacre