In a world akin but reverse to ours,
Where there is no wind and there are no stars,
There lies a beast both ancient and wrong,
There he has dwelled for millenia long,
He is the one, the one blessed with the power of none…
Banished to his prison for reasons forgot,
Held captive by forces of which he knows not,
He lies patient and pesive in silent wait,
Destined to fail, chained by his
fate.
He is the one, the one cursed with the power of none…
Deafened by the crashing whispers of time,
He listens for seconds so subtle so sublime,
Crushed and froze by the horrible vastness of space,
He stands still paralyzed routed in place
He is the one, the one so daftly trusted with the power of none…
This legend is spoken by we who walk under the sun,
The legend, the fable of The
Banished One,
You can hide from the truth, you
can try to run,
But only together can we defeat the power of none…