The Enclave

The end of the world came in a great nuclear flame, And yet we remain Many thought we were to blame, We stand the wasteland’s Bane Between Poseidon and Eden we’re split Despite the power that does wane It is with the great kit Our power restored but only briefly Undone by the one with great wit It was our old enemy chiefly Poseidon gone to the tribes The battle only lasted briefly It was in the east that we would be remembered by the scribes Eden destroyed by its own logic We saved ourselves only through many bribes Our work undone, forgotten as demagogic We made one last brave fight before vanishing in the evening light.