the journeymen continued their voyage not on seas where they would surely drown but on land their purchase as slender as the leasehold of a bankrupt to a tyrant
refugees they surely were
they faced a new threat
a casus belli unprovoked by any malice on their part
faintly only discernible as the drums of war can lay siege to the ears of deaf men
sombre as a requiem
the journey men began exhorting a variety of Gods to intervene as they were of several denominations even heathens converting well before the Jews
most prayed simply that they would drop off the edge of the earth and land on a better planet by some sleight of hand
a friendly magician versed in the tricks of counterfeiting souls
there was none
the enemy glowered as a forest backlit by murder
cool blades grey black and every colour of death jostling as a forest of spikes portending a hybrid of hell
what followed cannot be versed in poetry nor prose
save that the blood of the journeymen became lubricants manufacturing torment in hell
diminished in number they staggered forward with daggers in their backs
a miracle of dismal miscreants that not all had met the same fate
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