Re: Space Empires Haiku.
An icy wind sweeps forth.
Grains of sand shift so quickly --
Billions are lost.
The heat of battle:
For victors, eternal spring;
The rest melt away.
Young wyrms all look small,
But one will eat the heavens.
Spring: the eggs hatch now.
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-- The thing that goes bump in the night
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