long ago there was a war
between the holy messengers
and the fallen hosts of hell
this plane was the battle field
and we as innocent bystanders
seeing conflicts arise daily
but with angelic magycs weaved
our memories were lost in time
while the tryst came to a prime
the fallen were gaining ins strength
when a rush came to the field
a chosen being of dark descent
but pure of heart and cause
ended the war of the heavens
that destroyed the old world
of what was once our home