You were there at the beginning.
You saw the seed expand.
You saw the rivers of blood,
the rise of man.
You carried Nero’s song
from the Tower of Maecenas,
The Sack of Ilium,
feeding the flames of Rome.
You gave shape to the wing
that allowed Daedalus to soar
and watched mankind create
a new kind of war.
Good and evil hand in hand
always contending for the heart of man.
Eons upon eons you’ve wandered the land
giving no answer to the fate of man.
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