War..pestilence..dread
Has embraced the realm.
The pox of ages has come
As was scribed amongst
The writ of mankind.
A dark shadowy legion
Marches across the plane of despair.
Is this our fate?
Are we predestined for terror?
Such cannot be.
For the army of light
Has awaited the revelation
Of the seer of transcendence.
A simple rain.
The storm of harmony,
Brings forth a wave of purity.
With its eternal beauty
The demonic horde is annihilated.
Gaia has spoken.
None shall defile her children.
And with one fateful sweep,
She cleansed the land.
Purged the darkness
And only the light of love
Remains..