Author: Eroldren
Rating: K + / T
Notes: Homage to Graham McNeill's A Thousand Sons and the XV Legion detailing the tale of the Cyclopean Primarch via 'poetry'. Written back originally in early 09 before tinker to fit with the latest HH fluff with the release of the 12th book in March 2010.
Disclaimer: Warhammer 40,000 belongs to Games Workshop. WH40K and all related characters, settings, and any associates belonging/tied to Games Workshop. I wrote this story out of purely entertainment purposes and nor am I not making any money or profit off it.
THE CHANGING
In the high city of marble and gold, in the distance lies the Desolation
A fallen child from the heavens of lustrous crimson has come
From his iron cage he roused like an eagle, from hatchling to the master of the earth and sky.
The red one eyes the city and beyond the astral,
Always searching any ounce of erudition with his golden orbs.
His mind is a churning labyrinth of knowledge.
He has seen the forces of a maddening realm,
There are something's that exist that shouldn't,
Yet the laws of mortals don't apply to them.
The carrion father and his flying brothers of the fallen lord have come, with them but a thousand sons of the arcane.
Yet the King's own wither children succumb to the veil's taint forcing his hand to meddle with the neverborn.
None shall hear the fallen child's sacrifice.
Illuminating all his children whom thirst for knowledge.
Yet a ambition of chaos seen by the red one and the father whom knows all
Plotting the destiny for the Crimson King, his thousand sons, and fate of all things
For the greatest change for the Imperium has yet begun.