The damp ground was unforgiving a silent witness to what had transpired A lone orc scavenged his eyes gleaming with unholy intent The taste of prey still lingered from his savage feast Then an enticing aroma drifted through the trees leading him to a cold embrace Her glassy gaze held no judgment only a dark secret The orc drew closer his savage urge He claimed her in a unholy union The leaves rustled with their unnatural act Her cold skin ignited a feverish heat within him Each movement a testament to his insatiable hunger He savored her lifeless form The sun faded away casting long eerie shapes Another warrior fell silent a grim reminder of the orc's power He shifted his hunger to a another soul The dark ritual never ending He reveled in the macabre beauty of his savage needs Each act a testament to his unnatural passion The orc held dominion over the silent and still His grim kingdom spread through the desolate woods The silent screams carried his name The Butcher And in his path only death and corruption remained