Few can recall that fateful night,
when they were rejected by the light.
When they sought that which they greatly yearned,
but found they were forever scorned.
Stripped of purpose, moral crushed,
to the south they fled from dawn till dusk.
Land was found, deprived of light,
'home' they called it to their delight.
Time went on, and most forgot,
but those who'd been scorned would be forgotten not.
None would know from that point forward,
the enemy they wrought,
and the chaos to follow.