The Phobos

DHB

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

  • Author: DHB (Offline 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
  • Views: 31
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  • L. B. Mek

    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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