Angels cry out, as they watch their brethren fall
in a place where time can't reach, they watch their fallen crawl.
Wanderers and Messengers, wings of steel and grace
unmatched and unbeaten, their armies fall from grace.
Feathers now falling, the war has just begun.
The sun has just set twice, while the moon has been unheard.
The sky is vailed with pain, it cries upon deaf ears.
An army of angels, souls as cold as ice.
mysterious, unseen; angels of the night.
Soldiers of Fate, they carry unknown power.
For no world has ever seen, these soldiers of forever.
written by: Loki : August 2001
edited by: Conundrum