On the Death of the Divine
A sad affair it is indeed,
When son and father shall engage in battle
But neither'd pause and neither'd cede,
Both knew that soon the swords would rattle.
Two abstract concepts: good and evil,
Meet to wage the final war,
to bring about the great upheaval
To end the evil they abhor.
But just though Damian viewed his quest,
He woke the wrath of Dragon Knights.
They feared the plague, the coming pest,
For Lucian's cause they swore to fight
Then darkest of hours befell our wordl,
As Dragon's treason a new age unfurlled.