The Folly of Vanguard

The Folly of Vanguard

In hidden labs where shadows softly creep,

The Vanguard forged their soldier born of steel.

They sought a force that neither death nor sleep

Could halt-a weapon none could best or feel.

With vials and genes, their minds devised the way,

A serum meant to make flesh strong as stone.

But hubris led their careful hands astray,

Unleashing horrors they could not disown.

What rose was not the soldier they had planned-

No hero bold, but hunger cloaked in flesh.

With lifeless eyes, they roamed in mindless bands,

Their creators caught in terror's tightening mesh.

So let this tale of Vanguard's fall be told:

Not all that man can shape he can control.