16 Dec Of Darkest Hours: Angeless Skies

In the darkest of nights I seek their grace and elegance. Soaring over, and protecting the skies at all angles, they contain a complexity that no other army can reach. These skies remain dull, and empty now, as extreme darkness as fallen over this land that I have come to love so dearly. And though the lights on these towers above shine ever so brightly, the skies remain black as coal, a sea of oil from above.

These empty skies sing a tune of war to my ears. For I know within a place of greater landscapes, and higher towers, fly’s these elegant beings, protecting over a legend far beyond human comprehension. For I may only dream to fly by their side, I also oath to fight by their side with whatever war is soon to be at hand.