They encountered
a ROCK,
So Vast and Great.
The likes of which
they had Never seen.
They all decided to Split
into two Equal groups.
Half would go North,
Half will go South.
They would each Tell,
when they United again,
of any and all the Things
on the Way they had been.
Now, the ROCK was more Vast
than their minds Could conceive.
Generations had past
till again they went East.
The Friends that Now traveled
along the North side,
saw Red Woods, and Geysers,
new Stars in the sky.
Those Now that walked,
Far to the South side,
saw Lava, and Huge Fruit trees,
ancient ruins of those who'd died.
With persistence, through time,
they all journeyed on.
And once again traveled
toward each other,
Head on.
On one evening, just before
they would camp for the night,
They encountered a New race,
that filled them with fright.
They stood their ground,
Weapons at Arms.
No one moved...
Till someone yelled FIGHT!
!
!!
!!!!
!!!!!!!!
A Battle ensued,
with the Most Defining ROAR!
Arrows of FIRE!
Blood on Swords!
With HATE in their Hearts,
They Fought Strong,
Like a Storm!
Their Feet Stomped like Thunder...
With Lightning in their Swords...
!!!!!!!!
!!!!
!!
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...
The Sun rose
in a Deep shade of RED
laced with Gold.
Not unlike the Color
the Rock now bore,
Dripping down into its Cracks.
No Eyes...
would open to see it...
No Mind...
would awakened to remember it...
No Foot...
would again journey onward...
And the Rain
Swept the Maggots Away.