Roots to Sever - Be'lakor

Though wounds were great, and respite scant

Life clung to that wretched plant

Its skin was scarred, its leaves were ripped

Damned to wait, as roots were fixed

For every hour, in hopeless fear

It felt them leave then draw back near

The insects drudged without a sound

And tore the plant down to the ground

Among them, one drone like any other

Stole away to meet another

Far from the swarm, the two had hidden

Their unborn child, which was forbidden

Spiteful mind and eyes unseen

Betrayed unto to a ruthless Queen

Condemned — the two would die alone

Their egg was cast on to the stones

An offering to slake the earth

Despite its lot, the child emerged

From hatching breath, its life was dire

In every dawn, the sky brought fire

It sought its kind, and as it roamed

Out of sight and far from home

A pack could see that, left alive

The child would lead them to the hive

Behind the hatchling, like a storm

The giants fell upon the swarm

With hungry teeth and gleeful hearts

Those hunters pulled the Queen apart