Black Wings from the Void
A chorus of shadow and hunger, consuming the stars.
From the Womb of the Bioship, in the distant void,
descends the alien horror, its very wings
Bone and carapace, sketched in purple and ink,
the razor claws seek a bounty of blood.
The ruler of the swarm now takes to the air,
its venomous tongue silently tasting the world.
A vanguard of the Hive Mind, without a single cry.
The Prime's command is a blade that severs life.
Flee, flee, to where no light can reach.
But the sky is already stained by the Black Wings.
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