#2legit2quit
About half past noon,
Before I
Climbed through that
Door of your's,
Events beyond our control
Forced their way through
Gateways to other
Homelands.
I sat,
Just waiting,
Keeping watch,
Lest our forces
Managed to
Not lose ground
Over the
Pock-marked field.
Quests had failed,
Returning warriors
Stayed away,
Turning their backs from
Uniting against
Vessels of destruction.
Without us,
Xenophobia would have
Yielded to the danger
Zone.