Wednesday, 30 May 2012

The Book of Doors

We Eidolons roamed the Infinite Womb of Mysteries
Until we were tethered by the Reapers;
Chained to a leviathan sphere of rock and its companion star
The gene-therapy of a spectrum of Merciless Light
Our potentials entranced and sleeping
Our memories stolen
But even though they changed us
Our dreams will not let us forget the Book
Countless doorways bound in its pages
Each one a past and a future
Each one a hope for our eventual Liberation
The Reapers search high and low for the Book
It terrifies them, and they are fascinated
But they will not find it
It is hiding in plain sight
We Eidolons of the Veils protect it
And we Remember
We Remember

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