Posted By: Spartan 006<email@example.com>
Date: 9 May 2008, 12:40 am
Torn and broke in the fabric of time;
Waiting and watching.
Forgotten and lost because of their crime;
One which we did not choose.
Patiently making plans for their downfall;
Scheming a great curse.
Only to realize that they had destroyed all;
Destroying our purpose.
Millenia passed till they did awake;
Slowly and surely.
Enough for our kind, a plan to create;
Sure and foolproof.
To take their place would be our goal;
To grind them to dust.
Destroy them utterly. Mind. Body. Soul.
None shall remain.
All will see our kind return;
Victorious and triumphant.
Life, renewed in us, shall turn;
As worm to moth.
We wield the ancient power untold;
The gift and the curse.
We were one of the races of old;