Here they come
The Armies of night
Clad in full armor
Cowry shells of virgin steel the shields guarding their thick long necks, their breasts, their hearts.
These giant, sun-eyed warriors
Now ringed round the wall of the Enclave
In whose mansions asleep on golden beds, drooling on silk sheeted pillows, the knights of the land, emissaries of the gods, predators of dreamers and their dreams, masses and masses of whom they devour night after night, sapping their spirit, renewing and fortifying themselves on their blood, taking demonic care to leave just enough blood left in them to keep hope alive in them.
Prepare the household, dear husband
For we must soon flee to the sanctuary in the belly of the jungle
For this night blood will flow like lava all over the land, cleansing, edifying.