the stars look down
at campers in the night
who are strong men
and brave
who will not renounce a fight
but the stars are high
nothing they haven't seen
that creeps in the dark
with ear splitting screams
so while we are beneath them
they may feel a sense of
duty and protection
to all men.
so in the eve
they gather up
their fierce fires
and soft twinkles.
finally, into time
standing disoriented
the shine, and at dawn
they falter down
and fly off to guard
another land of glorious God
                                                *p.t.