Just to past the time...

Gather round, young and old. I don't suppose you heard the greatest story that was ever told?
Before there were machines that touched the clouds. Before there were carts the size of a house.
Before times of words and art. Before even songs of legends even start.
World still dark and void, five kings walked on dark waters poised.

First was old, matured. He held with him scrolls that brought life of every nature.
The Second tall and proud. His voice ensured balance to all around.
Wise was the third, his judgement sure as night. His words and staff brought all to light.
Dark was the forth, tormented from within. Yet faithful to his task when he calls the mourned to him.

The last, not many knew. But his role amongst them was not the least true.
He was neither strong nor feared, he had neither the height nor wise-man's beard.
But he had heart in all he did. He gave his love to all even those who loathed it.
He taught men the values of life. He taught them truth need be told and death was but an end to strife.

Time passed by and people grew weary. They wanted more and blamed scarcity.
What they had been thought by the kings now forgot. The bonds they once had with one another counted for naught.
Wars begun tearing the world asunder. the armies of men shook the earth like thunder.
The first hid his face as the fourth drew to him great numbers. The second and third tried in dismay to hold back the disaster.

At long last, the kings lost their choler. Judgement was at hand and death was the answer.
The second raised his voice the skies began to shatter. The fourth sent forth a shroud that devoured all like cancer.
The fifth watched, as the people cried. But the kings showed no mercy and many had died.
Bearing no longer, the anguish of his beloved. He pleaded for their sake and to stop the shedding of blood.

The die was cast, the verdict was made known. Even the fifth knew the law cannot be overthrown.
Hence the fifth made a pact, with the kings and the people alike.
He was to receive the punishment which the people have owed, and death would not come who remembers The Oath.
Finally for all the world to see. The kings reluctantly delivered their fifth, carved him to the greatest tree.

There were those who understood not what he had done. That he showed them love that made them one.
There were those who continued their path of hate. There were those who beat their breasts but remained in neutral state.
But there are those who remember the deeds of the king. He who ruled yet called us kin.
He had reasoned to the kings to stay their hands. He died for the people so they turn not into sand.

Hear this, oh, generation so new. My theory is this, the fifth is not dead, tis' true!
His love for his people too strong for even the fourth. He watches over them even now of course.
He mediates for the people with the kings. To ensure the pact is kept, no lose strings.
So be mindful and remember the fifth. For he paid the price so that all may live.
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Wrote this on a whim. Took me...2 hours or so? Not very original, I know but I suppose it was worth the write during slow times.

On a side note, I have rather enjoyed playing WH40k. It eats your brains after a game but it is fun. Hope I'd get to play more before going back. Hehe. Till next time I suppose.