Home they came, those ancient hunters
when the day was nearly done;
Huddled round their cave-mouth fires,
watched the setting of the sun;
Slept and found their dreaming haunted
By the Old One's ogre calls;
Saw a host of red eyes gleaming
From the shadows on the walls.

"This was ours, we came before you;
Fought the bear; built place and clan.
This is ours, we claim possession;
Fear us yet, O new-come man!"
Apodosis, Canto I
Anonymous