>>45215557Amidst the rubble and decay,
A small creature scavenged away,
Cackling to itself, it proclaimed,
"I won, I won, I beat them all, tamed!"
Its twisted arms, malnourished and frail,
Carried black goo to its gaping maw without fail,
The oily substance, its precious treasure,
Consumed with fervor, beyond all measure.
With each gulp, the jet black horn,
Pulsed grotesquely, like a devil's spawn,
Puffs of black smoke, in the air they rose,
As if from its very soul, they arose.
Nearby sat a Sanallite, smoking a cigarette,
On a marble piece of debris, he was set,
Glancing at his companion, the armored man,
Noting their similarities, a thought began.
"You two are not that different," he spoke,
Pointing to the cigarette, with a knowing stroke,
Chuckling, the man agreed with a grin,
Dropping the butt into the oily puddle, he did win.
In this ruined hall, amidst the destruction,
A strange camaraderie formed without instruction,
Between creatures and beings of different kinds,
A bond forged in the aftermath of chaos and binds.
