Wings in the Shadows

The guardian of the shadowed wings comes in the moments

Fear rises to overpower the heart and soul. Even in the pain of yesterday the

wings of the soldier awaits the call to comfort. When the darkest of demons attack the

day, the warrior and his wings stays. In time of need, there will be no more worry for his is a

brother to the one who calls. A friend until the end of the future days. The wings in the shadows

will be the watcher of good souls.

 

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