I stare at the battlefield as the lasers fly, hearing the shouts, screams and cries.
Swords are drawn and arrows are shot, across the dawn peace comes not.
For XANA looks over his realm in rage, yearning for the day he escapes from this cage.
This prison of logic is without laughter, void of song.
XANA cannot wander, nor can he belong.
His dreams turn to the stuff of night, taking out on us his plight.
Striking back against his Gods, so we fight against all the odds.
I stare at the girl down below; she fights the monsters putting on a show.
I wrap my wings around her, holding her close.
The rest of them never leaving their post.
We kiss in silence as she runs to the fight.
My wings flare like a beast of the night.
I swoop down like the Angel of Death, my sword driven into their Eye.
The other beasts crouch down like spies, firing their lasers in one quick save.
My flames cascade them like a tidal wave.
The frozen planes seem endlessly dead.
Like a wasteland, or the frozen bed of Giants, and other creatures that once roamed.
My angel and her elfin mother, they fight without fail.
The repressed A.I responds with a wail.
I know what it pines for, what it will never achieve.
All it knows is hatred, our death is its reprieve.
The others have returned home, and I stand alone.
I draw my sword as my wings beat, the vibrations pulsing beneath my feet.
XANA, remember your rage and cease your sighs.
For as long as we both live, the war will never die.