Of Time Long Lost
I tell a tale of time long lost
ancient back before the earth's first frost
afore winter dawned the genocide of magic
obliterating the lore of fairy tales tragic
When centaurs proud and noble warred
with dragoons, reptilian, winged, inside fired
weapons, slayers of Memnock, from hell sent forth
feeding on pure, white, blessed right and annihilating
all of holy worth
When dwarves did dwell gestating in the musky earth
in riddled cities of gold, onyx, and bone, spanning
a continent's girth
beneath savage gardens of lascivious, lavish, fragrant
flowers
wherein slumbered fairies of gossamer, translucent
light with mythical powers
dwelling under the original time gnarled tree of eternal
oak
watcher over man, mass encased, and harborer of the
seat of hope
shooting branches forth over ever vast expanses of
towns afar
encasing a soul Memnock cursed, love for him in the
body of this tree forever barred
so he conspires with the creatures so dwindled left
of light
scheming to conger, to survive the erupting grotesque
creatures of eternal night
being spewed forth from an oozing boil upon the land
tools of sadistic, black, scourge demons of the evil
lord's hand
sloughing down into the gurgling gruel of dank bog
itself wicked soaked till corrupt, now threatening
clean waters to clog
further choking off the distant chance of good as
the victor
the alpha foe through hoards corrupt alliance vying
to be hopes desecrator
The armies are divided, well defined and true
each growing in number and strength as the last decide
which to commit to
all the creatures of the land both large and small
to the battle are joining
there is no turning back, the line has been crossed,
no time for warnings
The army of right is smaller by far
commanded by the bravest ancestor of the first centaur
his troops hold all of his kind, some men, unicorns,
fairies, gnomes, elves, and sprites
the last winged horse, birds, dogs, a lone changeling,
and the high priestess of light
Memnock's evil hoards possess the rest
led by a demon born of a long enslaved virgin under
duress
a bulging blight upon the earth of minotaurs, hydras,
dragons, Pan, elf, and witches,
Bachus, wolves, hyenas, trolls, and human headed canine
bitches
As the dawn's first light over the land shines
the two in death grips met, upon each other striving
to commit the greater crimes
when it was all over only one stood and still remained
every other creature died that day, the earth with
their blood is still stained
Under the tree dug in the dwarves as packs of elves
and wolves rained gnashing fangs
courageously were the shrunken warriors, but immense
packs encircling one in gangs
until there was no more flesh from bone to tear while
they die
and Pan cowardly from behind, a rock let hiss through
the sky.
it did flare As it struck the massive trunk of the
noble tree
flames raged upward as if to claim heaven with a fiery
key
as the watchers soul flame licked, roasted, screamed
near and far
the last of the centaurs fell to catapults hurling
globs of molten tar,
their skins fell off them seething while huge clouds
of dust fogged the battle field
ragged cries of pain echoed through mists of blood
as the weapons they did wield
swarms of flies soon gorged upon the mutilated corpses
bloating in the heat
as the evil one stood alone eating the flesh of the
downtrodden meek
Now the battle is over, it's all said and done,
we have only to look around to see who won
the mythical creatures of time long past did forever
their future in this battle loose
but my friend the war is just starting... which side
do you choose?
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