>posting because it's relevant.
Cold chills ruffle his black pelt mane,
But there are no more wolves,
On this Fenrisian plain.
Stone cold and fierce,
Bright eyes that could pierce,
Determined to go through,
What no one else would do,
With his Wulfen returned he will fight on,
Launch a crusade whereupon,
He brings light to the dark,
But look here, hark!
Through the swirling maelstrom,
His brother Primarch.
The Crimson King knows times are changing,
Reveals tensions are raising to a fate so amazing.
Loyalties cleft in twain,
Traitor's bane versus traitor stain,
Former friends come to blows,
Ancient tragedy from which hatred grows,
Fresh in their minds after ten thousand years,
A legion seeking vengeance now reappears.
Magnus employs his schemes, devising,
For the Thousand Sons legion uprising.
While in orbit Dark Angels' suspicions are rising,
But upon who will they be chastising?
The sorcerer finds him,
The Primarch of the sixth,
In an expression from with which no hymn,
Could mask his sin.
Russ calls to his brother: "Can you forgive me?
Lest I continue to suffer?"
The Red replies "I wish that you rot, and let you be forgot,
In the grand scheme of things your presence only brings,
A mild inconvenience that brushes past my wings,
My only pursuit,
Is vengeance - quite acute,
Then events can be left resolute."
"I accept my faults, abstain your assaults,
Let us talk like men before we fight again,
Know I was misguided on course to Prospero,
For the heresy of Horus I did not know.
I slew loyal blood and for that I feel sorrow,
Yet now your blood from a daemon you borrow.
I see it in your eyes that you are not the brother I knew,
Why you would turn, I have no clue..."
Magnus leans in close and asks on cue,
"Can you hear the voices too?"
>No it's not mine.