15.March.2008

Golden Fate

Poem By Nyx

The golden disk was taken,

Stolen by the hands of Fate.

Two ships fly, chasing the Gold.

One, then two land on the place of Organic.

Changing and transforming,

The crews strife for the golden sun of Fate,

It’s power unknown and uncertain.

The warrior who lost his way,

Holds the Golden Fate.

So war has begun and trouble in the air,

Two armies, bold, fight for their own.

One for Freedom, one for Greed,

The armies clash for the Gold.

The warrior who has to choose,

Holds the Golden Fate.

Fate’s hands twist and turn,

Sorrows and joys are a-plenty.

The quest for Honour is a long and dangerous path.

The warrior who loses sight of himself,

Holds the Golden Fate.

Night dust falls and flames arise,

The nightmare that is to come.

The tyrant of predators holds the Future now but he did not plan for Fate.

Apes scatter, fleeing from ruin.

The warrior who has to decide his destiny,

Holds the Golden Fate.

A warrior rises to the Fate’s call,

Beating his enemies from all around.

Sword broken, Future looks bleak.

But the warrior arises and chases away the tyrant of predators,

Then scatters the Golden Fate.

The warrior lived by Honour, now dies as a Hero of the Golden Fate.