The Phobos
A race of ancients lived on Gaia They swam up to the sea of stars Sands of time fell for aeons But the Ancients never came back
A warrior with white soft furr Made from the white stars that still shine Travelling to gather the four To vanquish the steel invaders
Men of freezing and silver steel Burning souls crying within them Prowling to make life freeze and burn Like what the Ancients did to them
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2021
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