The Faceless

• Posted by Lyall May 31, 2016 - 1,098 views

  One of many…

  No identity.

  Laboring,

  In darkness,

  Forever.

  Few find them,

  None come back.

  Hunger,

  Suppressed.

  Emotions,

  Nonexistent.

  They toil in the shadows,

  But one day,

  They shall rise,

  And mark the world with cities

  Of bone.

  The Faceless have infinite patience,

  They never rush. They never complain.

  From above, their leader commands them all.

  Waiting and watching, he infiltrates society,

  Orchestrates their disasters and catastrophes,

  And when they are their weakest, he will

  Strike.

  The shadows lengthen.

  They begin to emerge.

  People driven insane.

  People devoured alive.

  Slowly, they come out of hiding,

  But no one will see the signs.

  Not until it has come to pass.

  When the sun sets on Nirn,

  Before the moon illuminates the world again,

  They will attack.

  And none shall survive.