MayMetMo 2020 #9: Instrument for Bait

The fife played on as the druids walked in single file lines. There are no snakes in Ireland, boasted the Saint and his cadre, chilling wind as they played their instruments of peace.  Luring out those that blasphemed the faith with their natural ways an affront to god and the holiest of hosts.   They made light of the wind and sing songs of nature through discordant vibrations along the riverfronts, baiting all the sinners to their watery graves.   The piper played and those he saw as rats followed to the end of the docks and there tied rocks to their feet and ankles and pushed them in one at a time while the music kept them entranced.   Even in death, their faces looked up to the canopy above where the sunlight held its mysteries and the music afforded one last memorable sound before darkness took them.