Hounds of the Void
Time is like a flowing river,
And on its banks I stand.
Ripples vanish, cascades come,
Sometimes touching land.
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I see the path Creation takes,
I see the cycle come again.
I see the Dark Voice bide its time,
From its goals does not refrain.
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I see the Void's hounds on the hunt,
I see the Firstborn flee.
I see the coming darkness loom,
I see space a starless sea.
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And then from the dark I thus awake,
Twilight touches my eyes.
The dim glow of this planet's star,
Filtered through the skies.
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Time is like a flowing river,
In it flows such blood.
And I must ask, can the protoss,
Stand against the coming flood?