The Lonely March

In a far distant galaxy Many, many miles from earth There is a planet called Fortrex It lies barren and hurt The race are called Zodians With their animal type murex And a hideous beast Of which they call a vodex An intergalactical war That we could never imagine Ripped a race apart Survivors left to begin In beaten retreat Their battered souls March in scatter Victims of wars goal To their mountains they head As they look to regroup This proud ancient race In battle scarred stoop This scene all reminds us Of histories past Dunkirk in Europe Through the waters they marched A Germany beaten As their troops march home Many never made it Like us, many will roam If we moved to the next Galaxy Made a quadrant our home Would we be safe forever Or forever comb Until that time We will live in our hills For how long we will be safe Before more blood spills http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-4.php