So I left off on Company of the Damned a while ago, and am just barely getting back to it.If you haven’t read it, you can find it here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. The next scene isn’t ready yet, but this is a context piece I wrote while puzzling on the story, and in the grand fantasy tradition of making you read poetry by/about imaginary people, here it is:
With coats the shade o raven wings,
and hearts o powder black;
the sounds o sword and six gun sing,
the tones: scream, blast, hack.
The Company forever rides
and never do they tire;
behind, the orphans’ wails and cries
rise in a hellish choir.
A scourge, these killers do not hide;
their souls o smoke and fire.
– Wilhelmina Douglas, Poet Laureate of the Broken Union