as they entered the bottomless valley
and brown bubbling slime filled the pool
drowning the tired warriors
a slop of bones bile and hair churned
what rose was a fierce battle tribe
as they would drag their bodies
from the murk
a trail of rancid filth dragged behind them
into the villages they rode
and ruthlessly speared the innocent
the screams of both young and old
twisted into a fiery wind
that still howls there to this day