The shadow of a long, dire night has lingered over us, the weight of the might of the ones who swore to serve, and to protect, seared into the small of our backs by their whips and their boots, the air heavy with the stench of the dread which drenches everything in their wake.
We fight for the light, standing strong against the rowdy reality of reprisal, that the bloated earth, sated by the blood of the ones snatched before their time might gain respite. That the ones to come might fly free, dream and be. That home may become a place where their visions are not lost to the tyranny of the graveyard.
This is why we fight. For the light. To banish the night.