The Rhyme of the Sanguine Lords
From the blood of the Tarrasque,
Antic and old,
Sipped twelve humble butchers,
Clever and cold.
These butchers adopted,
Though from afar,
Superstitions of Bergolast,
Rich and bizarre.
“Kiss the feet of beggars,”
The Bergo crones shrieked.
“When you live by the...