PAGE 13 BY L I AM I ND I GO TITANS' FALL Panic Lights blare and whistles blow The keys turn, buttons glow With that final word, that final press All are thrown in a deep distress For that great death bell has been rung And this final fate can't be unsung Upon vast lands and towers fall Those grim titans now quickly fall As a mother strokes her son's thin hair And tells the tale of past lands so fair Where drills had no need to be taught And war was not for childs' thought Dust and ash form dunes so grand And trees of dark char cover the land Tales of old invoked anew The darkest peace we ever grew