“Beware meek children, the Raksham fiend.

The thing that shimmer in the night,

and there slither just out of sight.

Curled claws and venom fangs,

a jabbing stinger out for children’s eyes.

Its meal all meek things beneath the bloody moon.


Let ring the blue brass bell,

A cry so sweet, turned jagged noose.

Curled Sham bound with metal bands,

A stolen dream turned into steel,

To rend the throats of many more.”

-The Scarlet Shivan