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“’Twas the night before heresy”

‘Twas the night before Heresy, when on the moon of Davin
Horus lay wounded, his outlook most grim.
To the Vengeful Spirit his Sons whisked him away,
In hope that Warmaster Horus could be cured that day.


In the infirmary they set him, broken and weak,
Whilst Apothecary Vaddon delivered news most bleak.
“His Larramans are potent, but the wound does not seal,
“He will die of blood loss if the rend cannot heal”


As a last resort, to purge the Warmaster’s blight,
They entrusted their Primarch to the feral Davinites.
The savages cast Horus’ soul to the depths of the Warp,
Whilst they cleansed his body of Nurgle’s foul rot.


To Horus, Erebus appeared in the guise of a friend,
And showed him sorcerous visions of the Imperium’s end:
With the Emperor and the Primarch worshipped as gods alike,
And the chaos gods suffering under The Anathema cruel might.


The peace and ignorance of man, would reign supreme,
And prove the downfall of the great space marines.
Sequestered to peacekeepers, their honour in shreds,
Playing to Horus’ pride, the ruinous powers mislead.


Magnus the Red did fear for the Warmaster’s fate,
And revealed Erebus’ deception, but his actions too late.
Horus had already accepted the Warp’s terrible gifts,
And the gears of vile treachery began to shift.


Horus’ corruption quickly spread, and he gathered to him,
Angron, Mortarion, Lorgar and Fulgrim.
From Prospero, Magnus incanted and conjured a means,
To warn the Emperor of Horus’ treason unseen.


Sorcery and lore forbidden, delivered word to Terra,
But for all his knowledge, Magnus made several errors.
Sundering the wards for the Emperor’s secret plot,
And the Warmaster’s duplicity, He believed it not.


Believing Magnus the traitor, and with great pains,
He sent Russ to bring Magnus back to Terra in chains.
His grand scheme threatened, Horus pulled Russ aside,
And persuaded him that Magnus should not return alive.


Horus’ plans set in motion, with it Prospero burned,
Through providence more of his brother Primarchs turned.
Alpharius through prophecy, and Curze out of scorn,
Peturabo, for his unending hate of Rogal Dorn.


Terra then charged Horus with the task of Isstvan III
Which had seceded from the Imperium most foolishly.
Sending down loyalists in place of his treacherous own,
He rained down exterminatus, snarling “Let the galaxy burn!”


The Eisenstein fled Isstvan with Garro, his faith still strong,
And with twelve billion deaths, the emperor sensed something most wrong.
Sending Corax and Vulkan and Manus on first,
Then Lorgar and Alpharius and Peturabo and Curze.


Those loyal set foot on Isstvan, to find themselves under fire,
Pinned and suppressed, their situation looked dire.
Seeing relief from the Iron Warriors, they retreated to cover,
But were cut down by lascannons, showing the traitor's true colours.


The Drop Pod Massacre crippled three legions as planned,
Nine strong traitor legions Terra could not hope to withstand.
Headed for the Emperor, to fulfil his unholy pact,
Horus lay waste to Luna before He could react.


Terra’s defences soon fell, and Horus lay siege,
In fifty days the Imperial palace gates were breached.
Hearing of Roboute’s, Lion’s and Russ’ advance,
Horus knew now was his only chance.


Inviting a challenge, Horus lowered his shields,
And The Emperor, Sanguinius and Dorn came afield.
Scattered within the battle barge, they fought to regroup,
But Sanguinius found Horus before their recoup.


The Warmaster was bolstered by chaos and driven by hate,
Though Sanguinius fought bravely, Horus proved too great.
The mauled corpse at his feet, Horus laughed in defiance,
The Emperor took pity on his son’s misinformed alliance.


In a fit of rage at his father’s words the epic fight began,
With sword and claw and psychic powers, to decide the fate of man.
Horus crushed his spine, cut his wrists and set his hair alight,
Removed his eye, broke his ribs with all his chaos might


In a moment of realization, the Emperor saw his son was gone,
Replaced with the malice and contempt, traits of chaos spawn
Unleashing his power in one burst, he aimed for Horus’ heart,
And smote him, Horus’ vision cleared with the chaos god’s depart.


Begging the Emperor to end his life, lest the gods return,
His father obliged with but a thought, his repentance finally earned.
The Emperor mortally wounded, Dorn returned him to the golden throne,
Entombed for the next ten thousand years, the hope of man alone.


‘Twas the night after Heresy, when through the vaulted halls,
Not a creature was stirring, for no one recalls.
That a moment of weakness, for an unguarded mind,
Could lead to heresy and the fall of all mankind.


The Emperor Protects


“’Twas the night before heresy”
By Ehsteve

Well done this will be the first thread I have ever exalted, may your heretical knowledge carry you far.

WIN.

This is just made of absolute WIN. I commend thee!

:O im speechless... ish :O

This is amazing!

Very, VERY well done.

Holy sh*t. That's amazing!

really, really well done!!!

I cant even know what to write as a comment...Bravo though +1 from me!

Bravo, and kudos to you, good sir!

This is so awesome! Well done to you sir! +1