Epic of what may be

hark, 

Heaven and hell.

Souls benevolent and malicious

The time has come to put aside.

Come forth denizens

Come forth saints and soldier

Our common foes arise

Enemy of the cosmos

Harbinger of the unknown

The last war will not be denied

Line the ramparts of Everest

Man the gates of Mariana

Approach this day with pride

Sons straighten your shoulder

Daughters keen your eye

For neither today goes untried

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The horizon folds creating a rift in the pattern.

Spawns of the like we could never imagine come forth

Making a sound that shatters the glaciers, 

Making the teeth of those already dead hum.

An eruption of unfathomable colors blinds all, 

Bodies of incongruous biology come forth and walk the earth proudly. 

Uprooting trees and wielding them as if they were naught but a blade of grass.

Emptying quivers that carry the shooting stars and swirling black holes of eternity.

Our souls fight too!

Answering a shooting star with the devilish tornado

Expelling each shot upwards and away.

Black holes are struck with mighty lightning and the strength of the unforgiving tsunami.

Such destruction unparalleled, drowned oblivion while liquidating darkness.

An unmistakable yin and yang.

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Uncertainty forces them to waver for what is less than a heartbeat, but it is there.

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ATTACK!

Out comes the air fleet. 

Unloading the gifts of altered physics

On those who would use them against us. 

The invaders look up unworried 

Chanting in a language that belies naught of their intention

Swaying with a rhythm that hears a music unimagined

The crescendo approaches

Down falls our last hope.

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White fades black. 

A pulsing orange glow permeates the atmosphere. 

It's our sun,

It's dying.

What is left.

Sifting through the rubble one finds nothing but death.

Discarded limbs of forgotten Soldiers and unknown beings. 

Broken life as far as the eye imagines.

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hark,

But what is this, disturbed rubble? 

A pair of beings sit side by side. 

One of here one from there

Looking over their fallen kingdoms.

With a quiet air of tangible despair

Wondering why they, are

The last of their kinds to be.