A race of ancients lived on Gaia
They swam up to the sea of stars
Sands of time fell for aeons
But the Ancients never came back
A warrior with white soft furr
Made from the white stars that still shine
Travelling to gather the four
To vanquish the steel invaders
Men of freezing and silver steel
Burning souls crying within them
Prowling to make life freeze and burn
Like what the Ancients did to them
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Author:
DHB (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2021 19:24
- Comment from author about the poem: This is about a book I've written "The Two Tales of the Phobos"
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
Congratulations on finishing your book,
sadly out of context this is a read that's a little hard to grasp without making guest-imations as to your meaning, still
thanks for sharing and we wish your book all the success
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