Poetry

The Vong

Yesterday we looked to the edge, the dark beyond:
We didnt know what lay out there, but we were desperate to find out.

But now they have arrived, bringing the dark with them.
Like an approaching tide, they have invaded our home.

The battle is joined. We would never give up,
but the old hereos are dying, and the new just the same.

This foe is of a kind never before faced.
And our forces are powerless against them.

We fought them in the ways of the past. But
They have failed us. The old ways must be unlearnt.

We will fight to the last, as we have done before,
Standing firm. But this may be our final battle.

They are comming...

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