A Testimony from a Soldier in the Black Company

A Testimony from a Soldier in the Black Company
I’ve been it.

A part of the black beast, 

every sinew and muscle part of its machination.

Two dozen flashing teeth,

as strong as twenty men

tenacious 

roaring,

flowing like water, 

consolidating as folded steel.

We 

far more terrifying and unstoppable than any ‘I’.

It is in part, 

controlled by a man,

taciturn and tactical, 

it is much more controlled by instinct.

A twitch in the right direction brings the whole beast whirling around like a flock of starving ravens on fresh kill.

<p style="text-align:center;">Part falls, 

<p style="text-align:center;">and the line flows over it, 

<p style="text-align:center;">''sealing the gap like black blood from a wound. ''

<p style="text-align:center;">The one brother dragged from the ground, 

<p style="text-align:center;">his pain mixes with the battle-lust of his brothers and that terrible beast quickens, 

<p style="text-align:center;">becomes even more alive.

<p style="text-align:center;">''Bloodlust held in check by wrought discipline and true grit. ''

<p style="text-align:center;">When a great lumbering monstrosity faces it, 

<p style="text-align:center;">the beast explodes into a pack of baying wolves, 

<p style="text-align:center;">each one baiting and harrying, 

<p style="text-align:center;">exhausting its attacker, 

<p style="text-align:center;">expending its vitality, 

<p style="text-align:center;">then slams back into a single being again, 

<p style="text-align:center;">ready to consume its next foe.

<p style="text-align:center;">So then, 

<p style="text-align:center;">You want to join the Black Company?