Primal

Dehaka's an apex predator,

Over hunting grounds so wide.

Only allegiance to himself,

His pack, few at his side.

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Once this world a place of ash,

But then the jungle grew.

In its depths, foes challenged him,

Only to be torn in two.

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But there's a new power on this world,

Through ferns, he looks, aghast.

Creatures of the Overmind,

Carving a bloody path.

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Primal after primal falls,

To insectoid beasts obscene.

At the forefront, a strange alien,

She seems to be their queen.

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So much might in mind and matter,

Her essence must be strong.

Watches as she slays her foes,

Watches as she strides along.

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The other primals, they are rocks,

Soon broken to rubble.

He sees the fear within their eyes,

Sees their resolve all crumble.

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But he knows that he's the river,

He must flow within this tide.

So he seeks the Swarm queen's nesting grounds,

To the worm creature confides.

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"Essence," he says, "what I seek,"

"I would see your queen."

Smaller zerg surround him,

Their eyes glow a bloody gleam.

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"Very well," the creature says,

"Wait here till she returns."

For now, Dehaka will abide,

Patience he's long learned.

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So this queen at last comes back,

She's now a primal zerg.

Yet retains the Swarm's foul hivemind,

An irony absurd.

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But Dehaka pledges service,

Essence is what he seeks.

To do battle, not an option,

To her, he is too weak.

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But to be hunter or be hunted?

He will bide his time.

One day, his jaws will close on her,

Spill her blood in ways sublime.

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So from his homeworld he departs,

Sees the emptiness of space.

But still a jungle of its own,

And he can lie in wait.