The Reckoning III (The Doom)

Joy, a golden light gilds the waters.

As the sun creeps up behind the dark horizon.

As weary legs make to get up, my eyes catch,

The Boundless Blue.

The last great realm, unbroken, unravaged.

I stride out of my room,

To join my comrades.

But as the weight of sleep wears off.

As the haze recedes behind the glare.

What is this?

An ocean of white sails,

Dotting the blue.

The dread day has dawned.

I always knew they would come.

After what we did, who could blame them?

‘twas only a matter of time.

They are here, I whisper to myself.

They have come.