As the sun sunk below the horizon, and the people went into homes and inns, the beggers, thiefs, and people with a dark, sinister look came out into the street to find food that was left out. An old, bent begger was standing by the only gate open in this time of war. There he stood, bent and rigid and there he began reciting:
" In the desert of scorching sand
Lives the answers of past trouble,
Which will help us see the light
Through the pile of rubble,
Warriors will stand
Warriors will fall,
No one is safe
From Death's call
A pillar will stand
Bathed in light,
To show all those
Worthy to fight
Alone they will be
Waiting for a kill,
Watching each other
Standing still
As they stand
The world will burn,
With the fires of hatred
causing them to turn
A city of ruins will rise
In the midst of it all,
Drawn to the war
Hearing Death's call
The fighters will make peace
to end these wars,
but they do not know
what is in store
An aid will come
to help their cause,
All will rejoice
thier hearts paused...
In the pit of Death
The snake lives long,
It hears not the singing
Of the deadly song"
The begger grins as he repeats the saying, mumbling after each pause "Long live the Ouroboros"
(Umm hi guys...i figured i might add a little reason for the entire war, ummm if you want me to take it off or change something let me know...and i will next time i get on but i got to go...work comes early in the morning >_<)








