6 June 2012
Elephant Riders on the brow. You can see them coming from the bough.
Tusks in length and rowed up neat, they come in strength to a slow drum beat.
Undulating down at an electric pace to burn your town leaving not a trace.
Grey and wrinkly harbingers of doom. Born to consume what mortal man has created, all of what the prophecy stated.
They come bearing standards The likes of which have never been seen. Still they march onwards....
Bringing the call of the wolverine.
Elephant Riders • Opuss № I