Fiction Activity

Competition
[House Marka Ragnos]For Mucenic
File submission
return sonnet.txt
Textual submission

She calls us home, take up our weapons
Shadows of space give way to snows
Chrome and iron pierce toward the heavens
sleeping now, the city knows.

Beneath the glow, our shielded heart
cold and brutal where our home lies
where we practiced our favorite art
our strongest skill: bringing demise

We come in silence hiding our faces
our echoes louder than our forms
we take our time, erased the traces
so they will never sense our storms

You've had your moment, took time to roam
now make your peace, we're coming home.