Thread:Billy cougar/@comment-23565536-20160427113911/@comment-8910099-20160628121417

Every tree burned. Every bird dropped dead from the sky Every lake dried, every creature rotting, the smell of death rising Broken fingers dig their masters' graves endless suffering, charred corpses spirit of vengeance, his name - anathema There once was a passion, a love, a great beauty that all the stars smiled upon an essence so pure, so noble, so full of hope, an avatar of wisdom, peace and justice She stares at him in disbelief, and her heart breaks a thousand times tears enough to drown all souls of a million worlds, She cannot understand what he has done for her, allies lay forsaken, discarded all his vows.