Son of Triam
Child's Dxun Warrior
Her stomach swells large,
The Warrior Woman rests,
Dark Companion hunts.
Guilt sorrow anguish,
Feelings left behind are resurfaced,
His charges unborn weakness.
Only the Dark side,
Can save the ones you hold dear,
His hatred too weak.
Darkness more than hate,
Darkness more than great sorrow,
The man Crol H'hurut,
Searches for a parasite,
To suffer the orbalisk.
"Let me come," She says,
Triam Akovin cannot believe,
Her pregnant weakness.
The man is silent,
The red Zeltron shakes his head,
"No Triam, not now."
He leaves her behind,
She is strong but not without,
Her own armor on.
This is the reason,
While she cannot dare death bare,
Crol shall in Darkness.
A foot steps on soil,
There is rain thunder and roars,
Red blade in jungle...