In the forgotten contacts of yore

Lies a civilization unknown

Buried underneath the rubbles

Are a world forgotten.

Disappeared from sight

Through an apocalypse might

It surrendered to the ruins

Until the flower of mothership bloomed.

Poignant its gaze

It pulled their world out of an anonymous haze

Into the light of ecstasy

The forgotten world found their calling.

Taught us to dream

Whipped us into a writer to preen

In the mirrors of destiny that reflect

The worlds of Tevun-Krus in retrospect.