Hypnotic shaman
Black tantric hold
A weaver of words
Twister of souls
I see a hole in Men
A hunger that cannot be fed
Drive at a hundred and ten
A name that cannot be said
Creeps into the mind
A molder of will
Guiding the knife
Cries loud and shrill
Driven like cattle
Hunted with hounds
Traded by slavers
Chained to the ground
Brown skinned woman
Deep southern thunder
Ghosts of progress
Justice asunder