by Zel Kuroi
The first invaders captured our strongest and greenest, leaving the weak for the stragglers. As the wintry days passed, they even turned on the tender saplings.
Their axe blows ring through our ranks, but the oldest of us, too thick to be felled, insist the invaders couldn't be happy without decorating us in their homes.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Exogenesis: Overture
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