A common space for harmonic peacemakers
Take care lest they are released,
To scour the land with death and decay 'til there is no peace.
In them is no glory,
They have no honor,
And if the reign only the wind in the rocks will wail out the lament of their distain.
Rising like harlequins of the horror haunted gloom,
Children of destruction born to the tolling of mankind's doom,
Their feast awaits,
The tables spread,
Myriad legions of the human dead,
And nothing to wield against,
Or quench the hunger of their kindled fire,
For such are the offspring of Demon War, Issue of Man's Desire.
Douglas James Kilburg