This poem talks about a conflict that spans across many stories, in a world called Teragasia.
In Teragasia, dragons had started to go though a renaissance movement of sorts, going from a rather closed and isolated race to open and friendly. Trade with humans, the establishment of a government, and even bringing old enemies to talks of peace, all were done in this rebirth of dragon culture.
Now with every change good or bad come people that don't like or all out resist it.
A group of dragons now called Deimos had formed to maintain the old ways.
As their fight became more and more desperate they resorted to dark means to reach their goals. Along the way they lost themselves and became bloodthirsty genocidal monsters, spreading fear like plague as they slowly grow stronger.
This poem shows the emotions toward the Deimos though their degradation progresses.

{Written by Relm21 Aka W.E.F the third.}