Edited by: Rilariel Vanacaris on 14/06/2007 19:11:39
The pact now done, the Traitor sought
To save his loyal men,
And carve away some soverign land
'Ere precious time was spent.
T' the West and South the Traitor looked,
Impass would suit their need;
And Feythabolis fell beneath
The Traitor Faction's greed.
Who had lost all to it?
The time grew ripe; their squalid news
Struck like assassin's steel.
Ascendant stood the Traitor's ilk
And XETIC's fate was sealed.
Those Traitors said, "Come save yourselves,
Embrace our new accord!
Our great ideal's no comfort when
All our lands are spoiled."
Of this and more the Traitors spoke,
And loyal hearts were shaken;
Now from the North, The Five swept in
To claim the prize they'd taken.
The frontier stars of Detorid
Were lost without a fight;
Scarce there were of Fed'ral warfleets
To stop invaders' might.
The Glory of our Southern Land
Fell also to their Legion;
First among our soverign holdings,
The fair Immensea Region.
Who had borne witness to it?
In Omist, XETIC's citizens
Split from our losing war.
"The Coalition" rose to rule
That Region at the fore.
In XETIC's navy, tired and torn,
Dismay ran through the file.
From the final act of Conram
Our hopes were left defiled.
Pledge of peace with villain traitors!
Our mouths were filled with bile;
It shook the fleet and caused a great
Division in the file.
With great disgust, one part went North
Comitted to defiance;
They settled in the Great North as
Who had sworn vengeance for it?
The last of XETIC's soldiers stayed;
The remnant of our glory.
Tenerifis, our final land
Is where I end our story.
Through fire and death the line was held,
In spite of what it cost.
Those wild cats rallied, brave and true
As battlefleets were lost.
They stood for XETIC's tattered dream,
And all we once held high;
Swarmed to the last, those saints held breath
For one last battlecry.
Who stands with honor for it?
Thus were the Southern Regions lost,
And Federation scattered;
But for the wiles of greedy men
Our great ideal was shattered.
We stood for peace and equal rights,
For wealth and home and haven;
Our folly lay in sheltering
The cowardly and craven.
Who else will remember it?
In closing, I implore to you,
For justice you must strive!
For when a man has lost his way,
His Doom, he'll surely find.
Dreams give purpose and meaning to life.
If a man has forgotten his dream, can he claim to be alive?
EDIT: hey I forgot to mention.... please let me know what you think! don't be afraid to post, now!