Y. In the shadow of the twins

In the dust of the mighty twins
a harrowing shadow still remains
the fallen brothers howl on the wind
seeking the maker of thier

Destruction.

This shadow of kin
will crawl like a cancer
across lands, digging ripping
seeking with abhor

The tiny metal seed
waits, to germinate;
and will be carried on the wings of peace
from the shadow of the fallen

mighty twins.