The Shadow in The Warp

A poetic monologue from the perspective of the tyranid hive mind in Warhammer 40k.

Ahead in front of us now lie
Systems in billions;
And plan’ts up’n plan’ts do unify
For worlds of trillions.

Beyond the galaxy lie more
Like such innum’rable;
The thought of nothing being in store
Is one so laughable.

Betwixt them all lies the deep void
Of outer space and time;
But it is not a means t’avoid
Apocalypse sublime.

Through chasms of the blackest depths
We persevered and marched;
Encircling in the greatest breadths
To leave each world so parched.

There are indeed the trillions
Of worlds with each as such;
Against us all octillions
They are only so much.

Through blood and bone and ripe sinew,
Through entrails and of flesh;
Through barks and leaves and roots anew,
Through fruits and flowers afresh.

No rage nor compassion nor love,
No care nor empathy;
No morals nor a faith above,
No lust nor purity.

It was nature we did defy,
With all its fragile laws;
Devour all and multiply,
Have all within our jaws.

Of civilisations with pasts
Once thought monumental;
The might of our fleet outlasts-
Rends them forgettable.

The innocent and those who’re meek,
Who lack much of powers;
The fierce warriors who art not weak,
Their biomass is ours.

It is so tough to understand,
The extent of us all;
Against a small fleet thou mayst stand,
While tenfold’ll make thee fall.

No weapon nor disease is apt
Against the great onslaught;
For after much we will adapt:
A conflict that is fraught.

With gnashing teeth and horrid claws,
With sprays so adamant,
With time thy fight’s a ruined cause
As loss is evident.

Though one expects an arrival
Of scale that’s grandiose;
Through other means our survival
Can be ensured up close.

With slow and steady mutation,
Thou art infiltrated;
Our pawns become infestation,
Thy worlds ruinated.

But they alone do realise
That we are the new gods;
Gone are the days to idolise
Unworthy puny frauds.

Not one of us harbours a soul,
We are legion, we’re one;
A hive mind constitutes our whole,
All else will be undone.

Not e’en the ruinous powers
Can bind us to their will;
Autonomy is only ours,
All the tries at control are ill.

We are the death, we are the end,
We hold extinction’s form;
We are what makes ev’n chaos bend,
The shadow in the warp.