Protea Prime
At last, esteemed Parvos. Tell me what you desire, and we shall furnish you.
At last, esteemed Parvos. Tell me what you desire, and we shall furnish you.
We are not done. Our gourmet, Grendel, demands a gallant equal.
"We are losing this war," you say. You whisper that my warframes are too genteel.
In languid dreams, a vision came. Of new heaven, new earth.
You have faced our worst. But one I have kept back, to guard against enemies within
What fatherless aberration is this? Who brings the wicked gift of an unknown mask this Naberus night?
None of them truly understands how much I lost, when I lost her.
We cast our shining child adrift on strange seas
Of all our sleek gargoyles, our Void-borne masquerade…
When ape pounded flint on flint, some watched the sparks.