• Free in the skies We once called home.
    Seas, forests, mountains Our throne.
    Peaceful and full of grace Our forms took shape,
    To float like clouds adrift on winds.
    Our rule was just to all until came the ape.

    Cold and brutal they were to creatures big and small,
    Blood lusting for an unknown call.
    We sought to befriend them but they feared our greatness,
    So to aviod them was all we could do.

    Ape became fearful of Us though we left them alone,
    For Our power they became angery.
    They hunted Us without mercy and slaughtered all of Our kind they could find,
    This conquest of theirs was said to be devine.
    To the ape We were the wickedness of their Hell.

    Blood flowed like rivers into the soil,
    From eggs yet hatched to elder We fell.
    We finally rose up to defend what We could that remained,
    All the creatures of the world watched this fray.

    Sadly, the ape was too much,
    Our numbers already cut small soon become just a little more than none.
    Relentless in attack they finished Us,
    Ape celebrated while Nature did cry.
    A war that should never have been doomed all.

    Ape began to burn the land around them,
    Like diease they killed everything in sight.
    Walls of stone replaced huts and iron was replaced by explosives,
    Soon the ape turned on each other in devine conquest.

    Not all died of Our kind,
    We merely hide from sights of ape.
    We dream to soar once more,
    To live as we did before the towers.
    Maybe someday the ape shall welcome Us...
    Someday....