the city slumbers, while the giant, along, lumbers,taking respite, when, in times of trouble,the mechanical birds, circle in the air,speeding more than is, a trifle,fair spreading wings of love onto the land, protecting the visageof the wear and tear, it is the darknessprepared,andthe lightrespondingif they dare… battle imminent, patrons vigilant, while across the land,warriors gather, […]

our final prayer…