The snow was dancing merry,
The wind leading the way,
Singing in a howling symphony,
The night wavered the day.
“Come”, whispered the marauder,
To his comrades hidden behind;
Dressed in thick woolen white,
The plunderers looked upon the prey.
The village slept in snowy stupor,
Huddled in blankets two fold,
To lullabies of a snowy symphony,
Dreams of the children did unfold.
From the lofty hills they descended,
Footsteps unheard in the cacophony,
Hunters unseen in the brilliant haze,
Hunters one with night’s tranquility..
“Kill all. Take all.” The marauder
Merciless and armed with malice,
Spoke the words in a crisp tongue,
Like a lashing whip on the prey.
The night soon glowed bright,
The flames of avarice rose high,
The screams of agony reached wide,
The marauder laughed in delirium.
From nowhere a fireball struck,
Inferno raging across the mist,
A hideous man on horseback was seen,
A black horse with scarlet eyes.
Fear struck deep with a slash,
Bleeding an awestruck slience,
As ten men with swords,
Burnt and cried for the Virgin Mary.
“Shadowmere, wait for my return.”
The monster whispered to the beast;
A warhammer clenched tight,
The stranger killed at will.
The plunderers took aim,
Their hands steady at the bows;
The stranger spoke a magical tongue,
And lightning devoured skin and bones.
The marauder whimpered with fear,
“Who are you? Speak! I demand!”
Shaking hands clenched on sword,
His perspiration froze on his cheeks.
The warhammer knew no mercy,
Ten ribs shattered in the night,
The marauder lay sprawled
His last breaths most precious.
A dying man must have his wish,
So the stranger leaned close,
“Remember me as Erikovan,”
He whispered and in the darkness rode.
Ink Idle 
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