Song of Slaughter
Down below we creep, silently beside their feet
Here they take us under, why we often wonder
Why does it matter? Nobody cares
Nobody weeps and nobody shares
Life full of pleasure and ignorance is bliss
Fathers, mothers I do not miss
Down below they take us, to where nobody knows
Nobody cares and nobody follows
The Eloi hummed their last song, oblivious to their fate. The frail and fragile minds as weak as their bodies. Why they sing the doom-lyrics is not known why. They all do it anyways. It is a song that comes to mind when they march side by side into the darkness of the hot stench of their mutant brothers. It is an ancient song, molded by the memories of the past dwellers of daytime long ago. Like the sirens they hear it was part of them. Only to be opened up when the their time came to serve their final purpose.
The green-bodied and silvery haired predators of the night slavered at the sight of their precious stock. The farmers and their cattle of the future world.
Excited by the senses of their thin-skinned prey they grunted and hooted to each other in the fashion of wolves victorious at the kill. They reared their ugly heads and gave out the call. Soon other Morlocks would join them in the halls.
Hear me call my little brother of the past
For a whole week we have fast
Now it is time for you to join your fate
Say goodbye to your friends, family and mate
I do often wonder in another world if you were my friend
With you to the light I would ascend
No not now my little brother for now I must feast
For you are my slave and I'm the hungry beast
It is your ancestors you must blame
For throwing your gift away into the flame
The hungry monsters closed in on the their shivering kin. Their pink tusks seem to grow longer as their lips writhed in a snarl. Their eyes burned like fireflies, like the beaming stars in the night. The Eloi, unknowing of these new feelings that began to bubble inside them. Their knees rocked and their spines tensed. Their minds closed off, hooked onto their brethren's ugly faces.
I stare death into the face
He was once me and I him
At one time together we led the chase
The angry, revengeful eyes of this deformed race
Why these distance memories appear now is not known
Will I miss my son? My daughter?
Perhaps my blindness to me has been shown
I am the slave, the sheep bound for slaughter
Even now I seem to falter
Still my fate is too ingrained for it to alter
One by one the Eloi are chosen out by the Morlocks. Some snapped necks, others cut the life blood from their throats. The easily forgotten lives snuffed out. The humming grows quieter. Still more Eloi are waiting their turn as there is plenty to go around. A stuffed Morlock plays "cat and mouse" with one of the uneaten. With his big, three-clawed hand he raises up and gently bats the Eloi onto the ground. He hovers above his victim and pokes at the silk tunic.
Me and you are so alike but two different worlds apart
I silence my breath to listen to your heart
For a moment I remember you, the one who had a different choice
If we were there then would we have had the same voice?
Did we really go our separate ways? So long ago?
Will one day we become friends or still remain foes?
This thought is so weak it only lingers for a breath
Before I cast it out while I think for your death
Should you go fast or should you go slow?
Ask my brothers as they will know
The Eloi convulsed, his heart overtaken by the overwhelmed fear. His own life quietly slipped away like tree leaves on an autumn day. His captor enclosed his mouth around his neck and picked him up. A hungry one that hadn't fed yet snatched it from him and ran off to feed by himself. The other Eloi frozen in fear, their eyes glazed over as more hungry Morlocks come to pick and choose.
My life is meaningless as I learned
To the others around me, frowns set firm
My life was fulfilled and free
Never in my mind should it flee
Even here the sweet meadow shines
Entangled around my thoughts like vines
I call back on the innocent love I had
There was never a moment I recall that was sad
Like the Eloi I am I will accept
This fate before me as my debt
A mother Eloi felt herself being dragged away. She did not fight, only hung limp in his clasp. She looked up into his snarling face. Never in her life had she seen the death-bringers before. Only in the darkness she saw the pairs of eyes and heard the sirens call. Only among the others did were they ever mentioned but never discussed. Her ancestor's thoughts mixed with hers. Their fear was her fear and so on. She knew them by memory. Now here for once she could actually see him. He was all real. They were not lies. He was not some fairytale monster. His life was as real as her own. Her fear fell heavy in his nose. Before his death blow he leaned over and murmured into her ear in his animal voice.
Don't worry my love
When you pass away in your lasting sleep
You will drift on into another place, below or above
Into your simple mind it will creep
I hear it's full of flowers and rainbows
The sun never sets and the shadows do not haunt
Everything there will be everything that you want
Your friends will love you and your children as well
In this place you will forever dwell
Now close your eyes and shut out those pitiless cries
The female Eloi felt her heart lift. His soft growls seemed to translate to her foreign ears. A nice place was waiting for her at last. Her existence snapped out as quickly as her neck. The male grinned back at his smiling meal. She had died away in peace with beautiful thoughts in her mind that nobody could steal away. To everybody else on this given earth she was just somebody else but to herself, for that meager moment, she was all to her own being.
The last of the Eloi, their numbers thinned down now, dove into their master's arms with tears in their eyes. It was as if some impenetrable force inside them flung their feeble bodies to quicken their death. It would be worse to wait any longer. Take us now. The Morlocks embraced them in a hug as claws pierced the pale hides of their victims. The humming and howling ebbed away. The only signs of the slaughter was blood oozing down the walls and the puddles on the floor. The children lapped this delicious treat up. Already they felt that song of the slaughter stir inside their own souls. One day they too will sing with their long-lost brothers.