This was a collaboration with Greyy and Silverdrake. This is by no means
just Silverdrake's work. We also don't own any right to the Invitus or to
Gundam Wing or they characters there in. Have fun.
Out in the depths of space where the light of our souls are often the only light that one will have to see by a form flouted lifelessly in the dark void. It flouts as if it were frozen waiting for its time to come.
In the very heart of the great metal beast surrounded by an eerie luminosity there sat a young man that appears to be fifteen years of age. The young man panted as though having done some heavy exertion. Through the visor of the helmet that he wore his eyes were wild behind his white blond hair. The man laughed breathlessly.
"Heh, heh" He cackles deeply.
From out of nowhere he remembers a poem and begins reciting it.
"Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul."
He continues deviating from the poem "I have become unto death," Smiles gleefully. "They well soon cower before my might," He stops for a moment, "Cowering beneath the might of my unconquerable soul!"
"In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud."
Lowering his head he makes a disturbing chuckle.
" Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed."
"Kill all of my kin and you shall yet see that they well have their revenge from beyond the grave." He smiles a painful smile. One that speaks more of madness then happy feelings.
"Pay, for all. Yes.yes they well pay for it allllll" Slurring his L with a venomous intent.
"Beyond this place of wrath and tears," He lifts his head.
"Beyond my wrath and dried tears the shell grow to fear me." He almost growls.
"Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Find, and shall find me, unafraid."
"My tears are dry, but now the menace shall find a new fear. AND THAT FEAR SHALL BE ME!" He cries at the depths of space.
"It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul."
He ends the poem.
"With this weapon I shall cleanse them form space. This shall be their punishment.punishment..heh heh punishment." he says quietly and then more loudly, "Punishment! Ha-Ha-HHHAAAAA! PUNISHMENT! HAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaa..."
The laugh trails off in to the vacuum of space where none can hear his pure madness.
Out in the depths of space where the light of our souls are often the only light that one will have to see by a form flouted lifelessly in the dark void. It flouts as if it were frozen waiting for its time to come.
In the very heart of the great metal beast surrounded by an eerie luminosity there sat a young man that appears to be fifteen years of age. The young man panted as though having done some heavy exertion. Through the visor of the helmet that he wore his eyes were wild behind his white blond hair. The man laughed breathlessly.
"Heh, heh" He cackles deeply.
From out of nowhere he remembers a poem and begins reciting it.
"Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul."
He continues deviating from the poem "I have become unto death," Smiles gleefully. "They well soon cower before my might," He stops for a moment, "Cowering beneath the might of my unconquerable soul!"
"In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud."
Lowering his head he makes a disturbing chuckle.
" Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed."
"Kill all of my kin and you shall yet see that they well have their revenge from beyond the grave." He smiles a painful smile. One that speaks more of madness then happy feelings.
"Pay, for all. Yes.yes they well pay for it allllll" Slurring his L with a venomous intent.
"Beyond this place of wrath and tears," He lifts his head.
"Beyond my wrath and dried tears the shell grow to fear me." He almost growls.
"Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Find, and shall find me, unafraid."
"My tears are dry, but now the menace shall find a new fear. AND THAT FEAR SHALL BE ME!" He cries at the depths of space.
"It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul."
He ends the poem.
"With this weapon I shall cleanse them form space. This shall be their punishment.punishment..heh heh punishment." he says quietly and then more loudly, "Punishment! Ha-Ha-HHHAAAAA! PUNISHMENT! HAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaa..."
The laugh trails off in to the vacuum of space where none can hear his pure madness.