Newblood

Womb ripped open,
Light split the comfort of Redhell
And Newblood was called.

Sound and sight, both blurred,
Then the stench
The reek of decaying things
Walking and talking and prodding and poking

Newblood was taken and shaken
And passed fit for purpose

With the pain of rebirth still fresh
With the awful realisation of all still to come

Newblood sucked his thumb.