Sentry-Grey

The Ghosts, they settle softly,
The storm of battle still throttles my view,
This judgement day,
Shot blindly forth, into You,
Subtle Numbing rained upon Us,
"You look to Me as your ally,
The warrior to guard you to the Beast,
My heart not of gold, My soul not so pure,
I am not the One you seek..."

-devyn grael