Firestrike-Unmatched

The unseen life lay, within a wooden tomb
Were now to be awoken from their slumbers
And were soon to become aware
Of the outside world they were to encounter

They soon sensed the lurking danger
An eerie atmosphere hung low
Now was to be the time
For these normally unseen, to be seen again

They had existed, way back in darker times
And had aged, and were mostly forgotten
Now was their time to rule supreme
As they readied themselves for battle

They moved slowly, and deliberately
Trudging through the soft, and pliant ground
Some on all fours, some stood erect
Others gliding on mighty pliant wings

They thought they were ready for any weaponry fired upon them
Knowing of course, they would suffer casualties
The fallen heroes, knowing that they would somehow return
But the course of things, were soon to change

A young boy suddenly appeared before them
In his hand, he held a strange wooden box
Which he slowly raised, high towards his mouth
Then, with the breath of a hundred hurricanes, blew!

A curious thing happened, the box was a secret weapon
There was an inner box, which flew out with devastating force
In the process, slaying all armies before him
Their last vision, was a name engraved on the weapon Bryant & May!