Posted - 2007.06.14 03:59:00 - [1]

 

This is a creative rendering of one of the more tragic stories in EVE history. It was begun in November 2006, as the Band of Brothers and Ascension Frontier fought at the peak of their might, and spilled the fruit of their warfleets in the Soul of Paragon. It hit a writer's block in January, then straightened itself out 4 months later. This is as much a labor of love as much as it was a nagging annoyance that refused to be completed. For a list of notes intended for the brutal critics, please refer to my original post on Deviant Art.com: Linkage



Thus I begin once more to walk
Among my hallowed history,
Whom others scorn and heap the shame
Of shattered dreams and misery.

Who else has felt it?

The halls about me guard the past
Now buried by the dust.
We who remain recall the one
Who broke our sacred trust.

Decieved are they who wrongly claim
They chose the better destiny;
Their hearts ne'er felt the torture of
Betrayal and calamity.

Who else still knows it?

I dance between the silent stars,
My somber dirge is faint.
For I remember - and keep alive
The memory of its taint.

Remember! People of the South,
Cast off your bloodstained shroud!
Recall the birth begat in blood
Upon the altar mound!

Recall the armies merciless,
Vainglorious and fell!
With armored mounts, they traveled far;
Their exploits, all could tell.

Who else still whispers of it?

The armies' heads were counted Five,
United in their task,
And set upon a Southern Land
To crush beneath their grasp.

That Southern Land! That Promised Land!
The Five applied their skill;
Against that vast relentless foe
Many a heart grew chill.

Yet one stood fast! You know the name;
'Twas they who fled from sight.
Uncharted stars they claimed their own,
The Builder's Tools, their might.

In peace they built with loving hands,
Their wars were fought for home.
Their Federated purity
No living man had known.

Who still sheds tears for it?

In wisdom was the bond of peace
Their work and toil had forged,
But even they could not hold back
The wolves that came to gorge.

Oh XETIC, how I mourn for you!
Your dream had lacked of sin!
How could you've known your Enemy
Had also lurked within?

Time passed in vain; your loyal men
Called evermore for aid,
And those who came were all too few
To cease the endless raid.

One certain man of noble rank
Had found his Oath a vise,
The men in need were all to scarce
To halt the bloody tide.

Of old he was our right hand man,
Our grand Vice President;
With Conram there, they ruled on high
The Stellar Firmament.

Who still lies guilty of it?

That noble man looked down upon
Our Nation in despair.
And in his mind there hatched a plan
No righteous man would dare.

To save face and his loyal men
In darkness vast he planned,
And brought into his vile design
The Navy Undermanned.

While fighting for our lives and cause
His Oath he ceased to use.
The Five, that man in secret spoke
To claim a separate truce.