reborn from ashes

FROM THE DAWN OF TIME,

THE AGE OF HEROS DID CHIME.

BROUGHT INTO THE LIGHT

A WAR THAT WE SHALL FIGHT.

A WAR THAT KNOWS NO BOUNDS.

A WAR THAT TURNS MEN, TO HOUNDS.

HOUNDS STRANDED,

UPON A DESERTED DUNE.

LOST AND IN SEARCH,

HOWL TO THE MOON.

LITTLE DID THEY KNOW,

THE BIG BRIGHT BLUE BALL

WOULD NEVER LET THEM FALL.

SO,

DROWNING IN THE BLUE OF THE NIGHT,

BALTERING IN THE BLACK OF THE SEA,

GAZING INTO THE GREY OF THE LIGHT,

SCORCHING FOR THE YELLOW OF GLEE,

THEY SEE

IN A FORGOTTEN MEMORY,

WHAT WAS MEANT TO BE

AN OBLITERATED FATE…

REBORN FROM THE ASHES OF

DOOM AND DISSIPATE