It has no name and those that seek never find
and those that find never tell the truth
of what entity tore their companions asunder
and left them terrified of night and day.
In the first forest something grows, wild
evades the wolf as a wraith unknown.
Its existence defined in the contest of ages.
It awaits the calling to unleash its hell.
it prepares to engage.
The eternals knew.
It was legend before the light of the first dawn broke.
Birthed on a mythic field of silhouettes
dancing in perdition’s molten chaos.
When the armor clad rose up
to pit themselves against the thing, living
unknown in the darkness of the spirit,
it drove tears and madness with a look.
It spat acid reeking of toxic sulfur
and at twenty yards, eyes would bleed
before the body combusted to flame.
Through dark ages of separation and savagery
it sleeps as man fights for purchase of life and land,
but one say the unclean will awake to begin again.