Song of the Dying Earth

Cascade is a dying world,

Its planet egg long gone.

Above, a fleet of metarex,

From which Bayleaf looks upon.

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Lakes, rivers, these things remain,

But long gone are the seas.

Stumps of forests long since withered.

Wind blows, but stirs no leaves.

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At times, he's walked upon this world,

Sees the skies above, still blue.

The atmosphere is still stable,

Twenty percent O2.

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Remembers when they came here,

Ships and legions all abreast.

Cities reduced to rubble,

While talons rendered flesh.

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Like Green Gate, this world has a moon,

It reflects its host star's light.

The temperature is dropping,

Ever colder, Cascade's nights.

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Constellations always different,

On each world stood upon.

Tries to triangulate his homeworld,

A leisure frowned upon.

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Black Oak, Red Pine berate him,

Order him to move on.

Cascade is dead and buried.

Withdraw your fleet, be gone.

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None have forgotten Green Gate,

But here your forces are bogged down.

The humans, in time they will perish,

But for now they're gone to ground.

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Quarter given? He thinks not.

Where was that mercy at their home?

When they had the flesh of seedrians,

Before the galaxy they roamed?

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Justice demands that blood be spilled,

Demands their annihilation.

To do less would present a risk,

For the galaxy's salvation.

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The planet's sun begins to rise,

And he returns to his fleet.

Plans to make, attacks to launch,

To serve his foes final defeat.

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So silence comes to Cascade,

Planet now of little worth.

A fading world within the night,

As cold wind blows o'er barren earth.