There, on the windswept plains of the desert
Upon the surface of wounded Terra
Stood the colossus
Immobile
Unseen eyes gazing at the current of time and space before him
While mighty warships churned their engines
In the sea above him
There, in that swollen river he saw her
Diana's daughter,
Equal to the highest goddess,
Imprisoned within the depths of Hades
While all about her
Dark tendrils of malice tightened their grip
Yet, with eyes of grey granite
She returned his stare
Her voice gentle but with enough force
To still his heart
And quake his eternal soul
She spoke;
Where do you go now warrior
Where do you take humanity's battle weary standards
Where further do you march?
If your faith in me shaken
If your oath to me forsaken
Then no farther should your boot heels tread
But if you come,
Then abandon all hope in peace and treaties
Let war be your trial
And fortune your judge