By: Dracolyth
An ancient power,
cutting, ripping,
tearing through the mind,
into my subconcious,
searing my brain.
An ancient power,
imprinting, marking,
stamping, sealing
branding, signing
its name upon my sould.
An ancient power,
claiming, staking,
holding my name,
giving me its name,
making me its own.
An ancient power,
looping, spiraling,
coiling its sinewy tail
around my throat,
strangling.
And Towers burn.
And Birds fall.
And Missiles fly.
