It seems the appropriate time, so;
Merry Christmas All!

Soon.The lights in their houses,Soon. by ~Thraka
Beacons upon bastions blazing,
Die.
Once as numerous as those upon the sky,
They stood amongst the heavens
The sentinals, the guardians.
Tumbled from their homes,
Cut down and rent apart.
Reveling in hopes passing.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
What if?
Horizons change.
Skies pass in time, in form and fixture.
The might of the light will reignite.
.
..
...
Soon.