"The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe."
~ Darkness, Lord Bryon.
"Only the dead have seen the end of war."
~ Plato.
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Voltron: Legendary Defenders: Fugitives
FanfictionThe war may have ended, but the battle still rages. A new enemy is rising, one that's been in their midst all along. The Paladins of Voltron are needed once more, but will they be able to find Voltron? The synopsis is a work in progress. A Voltron...
