That was before your growing battalion, when enemies so valiant scorched the earth and your sovereign waters lay drained, desiccated into little worth.
Thereof shadow soldiers still conformed to forest floors in a trampling train, hiking, sleeping in the cold and rain, each with bated breath, while the stone-dead wept; their wings lifting them silently from the locus of their death.
Do you now remember your first risk taken upon a path newly splashed with a subdued but steady light, that threw it's rays across your world in the pale dim night?
You could get that feeling, that appreciation for ev'ry moment back,
and still survive any attack; just hold steadfastly in your might and be ready to live under a pact of peace, or to turn and