collecting Itself from the ashes of men and women,
melting and sharing their heritage of the past.
It rose from the grey mists
that deluged the barren plains of the coldlands,
It chose as Its silent homestead.
From pure alien origin It once had been,
feared and hunted profusely by a race
now removed from Its close vicinity,
from this land's
by a gentle stroke
of Its hand.
It alone was with many,
who were but small parts of It self.
F'taghn was the blessed name It carried,
dating back from beyond
the vortex of dimensions,
from the grounds
of the Elder lords.
It appeared in all Its might,
summoning the ghosts from Its gaseous body.
the misty shapes that dwelled the ground, crystallised.
of the Siberian landscapes, feared by the lonely men
Its four eyes watched the four horizons
of the earth,
fetched by the materialised
the forbidden sentences, being bonded by
and glanced upon the spiralled vortex
in the dry desert sands.
He knew then that his destiny lay
of his fellow human men and women.
And the moment the purple lightning struck
his eyes and burned his flesh
reaper of souls,
It remembered how she once played
with the Dhogh-Nubilum Gem
sailed on Sahara winds
towards the open spheres
of the vortex of creation,
dogmatist of wolfclans, harvester of human souls in barren wastes.
It remembered how It joined with the souls It lured into Its ritual bonding.
And now they dwelled Siberia
as wolves of light and darkness,
as bullets from a gun,
obeying Its mind.
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