Helot,s song

Through wastelands we crept in the dead of night Our eyes glistening reflecting cursed light of approaching moon Our tales written on flogged backs The air thick With bloodlust that trickles to ominous sounds of hooves Galloping, hastening Ever closer and closer Still we lay As the cursed lights float by Searching, forever searching Spines tingling Senses now sharper than blades cutting into flesh Slave’s prayer to heavens rang as search lights dissipate Slave’s feet fail me not…..