"The Battue," a cinematic ambient piece ❤️

Within the mouth of a dark woodland, A gang of hunters gathered ‘round. Drank their wits away and made foul play, Shot every critter they have found. Near in a flash, wights of twilight came, Sober thought then donned their faces. But their routes no longer seemed the same, Tracks back home trailed no traces… “Lo and behold!” A howl sundered the wood’s walls. “Who came to visit me today, rowdy spirits and footfalls! Y’know, ya’ll sure have got the balls scornin’ me this way, So alas, now you will pay… T’is a moonless edge I’ve backed you into! Here where you hunt, someone hunts you. All no man’s land still has a master to obey! I’m a windigo, and like you a beast of prey! Hear ye hear, my wretched wail of death! You’re free to run, but you’ll soon lose breath. I’m swifter than a sawtoothed, hightailed wind! I’m wrath of winter, my eyes are always skinned!” Ghostly chills drew in forthwith! Stood by hums from a stench of rot. Each man, kneading the cross upon his chest, Rued the ruin he had brought… But the wood had long cast her hellhounds, For more souls to accrue! There and then, the men huddled together, For there’s nothing they can do. “Oh, truth be told!” A yowl met them amidst the cold. “I was ‘bout to spare y’all, till y’all wreaked havoc on my abode, I respect the hunt, but no bastard runt, that is my creed! Here's I, in the flesh — demon of greed! T’is a moonless edge I’ve backed you into! Here where you hunt, someone hunts you. All no man’s land still has a master to obey! I’m a windigo, and like you a beast of prey! Hear ye hear, my wretched wail of death! You’re free to run, but you’ll soon lose breath. I’m swifter than a sawtoothed, hightailed wind! I’m wrath of winter, my eyes are always skinned!” The gang got their first and last taste, Staring right down a gun’s barrel. Learned their lesson ‘bout pride in a haste! Taught by the windigo, stern and feral. Greedy hunters shall face demise, Not ever meeting dawning skies! Till the touch of day casts her bane… Turns them to beasts by whom they were slain.

"Dawning Skies," a dungeon synth piece ❤️