The Age old battle,
Now with new life,
Imperative...
No middle path upon which to walk.

Stand or die...
Again...
Cry yet again in vain???
No. Not again.
The cry resounds as thunder through the clouds.
Calling all...From times asunder.

For 12 I call... No Gryphon responds.
Except.... Somehow there is life and light.
That which was destroyed breaths fire from the clouds.
As the Phoenix breaths the life force
from the bowels of the earth
The sound resounds, growing gathering,
From the voice of the hounds
Following prey upon the wind
From all corners, from all winds, from all places
The call resounds
HEAR IT!!!
THE TIME IS NOW!!
VALIANT HEAR OUR CRY!!
NONE SHALL BE LOST
FOR YE ARE FOUND
The Lost echo all our lament,
Everything we have known
Embrace the love you know
For that is all you have
Trust. Your. Self.
In these times unknown
There be stalwart defenses and unlikely beings
Beside you...
They Gather...
For the Lion Men...
Defy Comprehension...
And are quite pissed off.
They hate Reptiles.
The Veil has been lifted.
Permission has been granted
The hunt has begun.
No Quarter, No Remorse.
Thousands of years.
Not revenge.
Rectification.
Purification.
Weep. for all lives, even evil, deserve remorse, for we all have lived and died the same...
Yet now, their course is not ours
weep no more
rejoice in resounding victory.
For a moment
Until we search our souls on the day after,
And find ourselves lacking.