An ancient halo is bent, rusted, broken offering no protection from the demons of disaster.
My sword was lost in the battles of forever before. It’s glowing light faded then a blade blunted and chipped was finally dragged from my hand by the craterous hide of a charging monster.
Collapsing here, this being remembers fullness of light, remembers the feeling of victory, recalls the power of the invisible army at my back.
(2 November 2015)