Something new,
crept up, chewed, spat out,
from the old world,
that place of hatred,
like a leather suitcase.
Stinking of time.
Covered in grime.
I guess you, like them,
weren't expecting us.
A dress with an unsewn hem,
a single eye like a gem in the rough,
here for a moment,
gone in a puff.
Did we frighten you?
Are we so terrible?
And certainly you didn't think,
we were gone forever?
Our sun is a new sun.
Our war long since won.
Of course you wouldn't understand the cost,
of a war you never knew you lost.
-o0o-
