Shadows wriggle and writhe along the stones,
As dusk falls and shrouds the land in night.
Lanterns burn dimly and emits fading light,
Whilst the Dark Father sits upon His throne.
Returned from a slumber most enlightening,
His gaze never turned from the mortal plane.
Every step He takes, every word and refrain,
With His grasp on the Truth ever tightening.
A never-ending war is here and away so far,
The banners of the Bloodsworn hoisted high.
They mask His Truth as dawn draws nigh,
Reducing His city to an ash-ridden char.
Preaching Their forgiveness, yet they still chastise,
As they toil and crumble under the guiding Light,
Alongside the Rig
The Story of Pyrrha and Deucalion (All Tomorrows) by aotearoa-geek13, literature
Literature
The Story of Pyrrha and Deucalion (All Tomorrows)
~Written by Saran Joyse~ Long ago, long before we colonized this planet, a mysterious race made their settlement here. As I tell this story, we don’t know who they were or their intent, though to be frank, I wouldn’t want to find out. They brought with them, an animal that had descended from a Therizinosaur dinosaur. A creature we now refer to as Panderavis Pandora. At some point in Earth’s history, this alien race corralled many of P. Pandora’s ancestors onto their arks and made them the subject of genetic experimentation. This story I’m about to tell, is of two individuals, whose fossils were found buried together, with peculiar tags pierced into their arms, as though they were farmed like Earth’s livestock. *** Ever since he was born, Deucalion only knew a world of darkness and cold steel walls. Not long after he hatched, his owners pierced his arm with the dark grey tag and bright green writing. The tips of his claws were also buffed, to prevent him from wounding himself or his