Son of the Dark Age
My son
I will tell you to be weary
Of those-who-walk-on-two-feet
They can be crude
They can be rude
But it is true, they'd be shrewd
They have a way
To find their prey
Using, some say, magical weapon
You need to know
None of this, though
Is as real as your string of bear claws
Open your cage
Turn a new page
Look for your way, forget your rage
Follow the Sun
You're not a pawn
Forge your future in this Dark Age
YOU ARE READING
Tevun-Krus #48 - StonePunk
Science Fiction48, huh? Wow. This time, we tackle the little-known sub-genre called StonePunk!
