“A field drenched in blood, dressed in darkness,
where bodies lay rotting, in rolling landscapes of death.
The victors, triumphant yet weeping, for humanity’s fall,
and the dread of it all, for the blight-stricken earth,
wind and water.
With shackles of rootlets and creepers, they fettered the spawn
of darkness unborn, and chanted the taint into slumber.”