The Wild Hunt


Julie Shiel




In the darkest of night,
at the last midnight hour
The Furious Host
hunts for flesh to devour.
They chase mortal men
with their fire eyed hounds
through the forest and field,
over blood hallowed grounds.
Their leader, he rides
on a stallion of black,
sparks fly from its hooves
as he mounts his attack.
Heís followed by legions
of the damned and the lost,
as they ride in the dark
wearing armor grown mossed.
The horn blowers rally
at the newly-deadís cries,
as a murder of crows
seeks to pluck out their eyes.
They hunt through the darkness,
through the tops of the trees,
and sniff out their prey
with the greatest of ease.
And when the Wild Hunt
nears its predestined fate,
the hunted ones pray
for their souls, but too late,
for even as bodies
are bloodied and torn
their ghosts join the host
of the damned as they mourn.




Author Bio

Julie Shiel lives in Maryland with two very spoiled cats. Her work appears in various magazines and anthologies including Flesh & Blood, Brutarian,, Aoife's Kiss, Champagne Shivers, EOTU, Side Show, Dust Devil, Rogue Worlds and many others.

Her first poetry collection, titled Disturbed, is available 2/1/03 through or on Project Pulp (

Visit Julie's web site.

Read other poems by Julie
Autumn Night
Jack o'lanterns
The Dryad





"The Wild Hunt" Copyright © 2003 Julie Shiel. All rights reserved.
Published by permission of the author.


This page last updated 01-29-03.

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