Born Of A Dying Star

Goliath fist fights behemoths
A tale too brutal to tell
This story is far more devastating
Forged from the twilight of a dying star.

650 trillion soldiers
Horde together to claim the head of Fenier
Though stifling, the numbers are not great enough
This being is greater than the Lords.

The desire of the Lords of the Universe
Was to destroy the most powerful being of all
While it lay dormant, the army of the Lords attempt to bring it to its knees.

The first wave falls quickly
As Fenier has awoken
The Universe hears a death rattle to mark the end
The plight of fucking existence
What are the Lords to do?
They must fuse together
A thousand Lords combine as one
Travel to the Supernova.

Bleck!

The Lords strength match Fenier's, even to the blow
Forces felt through space and time
Millions of years pass, galaxies come and go
The Lords crush Fenier.

He has been vanquished
The Lords disperse.

Fallen souls claim planets
Once soldiers now Guardians
They watch contently, as everything aligns
A most beautiful sight to behold.

The story ends with a battle waged ever-long
And at the forefront the lords defeat Fenier
The lifeforce of soldiers turn to defenders of all.

Born of a dying star.