A wave of her hand,
to wipe away all the pain,
The dripping of cold, soothed souls.
Taking iN what is left of existence.
The spherical clash,
shards of years TormEnT.
Thousands of lives HELD.
The heresy, silenced sins.
Coming to finish the job.
reaching for the PoWER.
Sucking its existance dry,
aiding this slow death.
wreaking of devastation and ignorance.
Plague brought by its own peoples.
Stuck in the midst of this universe.
not honorable contrast of such GREaTneSs
Her hands seem to shake,
Tremble with the awarness of oncomeing power.
No way of preparing
for this plight.
It came without a subdial warning.
Sending ThEm out.
A hunger for Life,
bearers of fear.
The deterioration of flesh and bone.
Destroying crops, prosperity.
Consuming hopes and DReams.
Picking CLeAn weakness and unvalor
Takeing no respite,
absorbing lands fortitude.
Looking apon her HaLLowEd shell.
This ephermeral chaos,
gone with the dawns warmed kiss.
Commencement of renewed BIRTH.
Engendered wOE, the inevidable clear.
This rote of earthly cleansing.
Spared from fear.
Controlled by renowned prowess.
A lament sigh
in her shattered eyes.
hungry for future lore.
-Ket Harker 2004 Current Mood: apathetic