Ancient Horrors of Past

A poem extending from the mysterious beginning, to end, and beyond of everything thus far witnessed in the Panzer Dragoon world. Hope, here, comes in the form of a dragon.

Look to the past to see,
Yet no memory to identify.
Artifacts of ages lost will be;
Untold desolation for all eternity.

World in endless turmoil and despair
The ancient relics control life,
Overseen by the one denied form and mortality,
By its’ will all matters are governed.

Unnatural creations born of science,
Built for order and restoration,
Cause chaos and destruction in rebellion,
Leaving behind ruins and creatures of immense power.

Man seeks to bring order from chaos,
Chaos brought upon by the relics;
Time leads to a nation’s birth and order
Power leads to ambition, ambition to war.

Legend speaks of release from
Shadows of horror and war,
By the great messenger of doom
Hope for future by the winged one.