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Rifkin's Ballad
Marching gallant through galaxies,
defying
the scientists’ call.
With
the purpose of changing history,
the
Old One’s conquered all.
Duty
became recreation
in
that warlike, carefree age.
The
sport of annihilation
was
played on a cosmic stage.
Death
to Furzi, Rimmi and Modrit
for
testing Revekian clout.
Because
these planets refused to quit,
the
Old Ones wiped them out.
The Old Ones sit in dark, damp caves
their
lives a frightful bore.
As
penitents now they must behave,
banished
forever more.
On distant Lorg they while away;
such
exile have they earned.
Yet,
during the age of discovery,
the
Old Ones spirit burns.
~ Gerald Lee Gibson
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