the last time the black comet passed this close to Earth, it left the ELDER ONES
the last time THEY walked the Earth THEY marched through our blood and gore
the last time THEY slept was for ten thousand years
the last time that man awoke as master of the earth was this morning
the last time
Oooooooh, very nice! I mean, the writing is wonderful. The story and phrasing is so filled with doom and despair. It makes me think of those poems that prelude fantasy or scifi books. I love it.
Oooooooh, very nice! I mean, the writing is wonderful. The story and phrasing is so filled with doom and despair. It makes me think of those poems that prelude fantasy or scifi books. I love it.
Dystopian and bleak. I agree — sounds like the beginning of story-telling — again. Peace…
Nice and beguiling.
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