Deadhouse Gates

BOOK FOUR

DEADHOUSE GATES

Coltaine rattles slow

across the burning land.

The wind howls through the bones

of his hate-ridden command.

Coltaine leads a chain of dogs

ever snapping at his hand.

Coltaine's fist bleeds the journey home

along rivers of red-soaked sand.

His train howls through his bones

in spiteful reprimand.

Coltaine leads a chain of dogs

ever snapping at his hand.

Coltaine

A marching song of the Bonehunters