It t'was the night of Sangue.

I thought of this little thing a few weeks ago, when Maru went through a very serious weekend of his life. It is something he performs thrice each year. In total secrecy. No one, not even Tanor or his lover Kota knew of it. Till now. You, among them, will know the dark truth behind the wolf.

The truth of blood written on his eternal soul, a mark, that will never fade, a curse that will never be lifted. For three days, out of three times a year, he must perform the ritual.

Maru, the forever cursed, and eternally young. His mother's blood not wasted when she died giving him birth during the Rite of Sangue way back in 1812 on May 15th.

His godfather, placed the curse on the son to perform the ritual himself when he got older. His godfather, may be gone, killed and sealed away by Maru almost 172 years later after his first sealing, and 170 years after Maru's first death.

This is a progression poem that I wrote describing what horrors lie in wait for those who shall be selected.

(Progression is a term I like to use, to describe a poem that starts out short in length of the lines, that gets longer and more story driven towards the end. First portion describes the night, next portion describes the rituals, and the final portion describes the Caster.)

Maru Kiba © 2009-2014 by Keano Afif aka Tanor Faux aka Oltanis Team Productions aka me.
Tanor Faux © 2009-2014 by me.
Kota Rae © 2009-2014 by me.