Lost

like all things on this hurtling sphere i emerged from the molten center of creation
but mine has been a unique path
isolated, i developed attributes beyond those of lesser beings
then the sphere was struck by a vast celestial stone
black chunks of death filled the skies
and the world became a chaotic garden of doom
soon the sphere began to nurture new kinds of life
and there was one that stood above all the rest
its fragile shell belied its vicious nature
and in what seems like a heartbeat these things proliferated in both number and destructive means
now they have harnessed the most destructive force
and i the center have concluded the sphere must be cleansed of them