You remember the first war? The big one. We stood on those ramparts long after we knew our cause was lost. Together we beat back Michael's hordes right down to the bitter end. When you fell, I fell. When you rose up in that lake of fire, I was right there by your side, still defiant, still proud, opposing God at every turn. I loved you, as my master - just as you once loved yours; but, along the way, the lines got blurred, didn't they? Well, there were no more rallying cries, no more odes of ...
Written by Frederick Grant III See more