A/N: Just a quick, poem-ish drabble on the fate of Scirocco's followers. I have no idea why I wrote it, I just felt like it I guess. :D
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Silverwing, Kenneth Oppel does. This is a non-profitable, fan-made writing.
Loyal
Through all these years, you led us.
You guided us, and you guided our faith.
In our darkest hours, you showed us light.
The light of the bands.
The light of the Promise.
We were alone no longer.
We had lost family and friends.
Now we had our own family in each other.
We were shunned by others because of our bands.
Now we were praised and admired for them.
We had lost all hope.
Now the Promise shined gloriously in our hearts.
Now, fangs are tearing into my flesh.
And where are you, O fearless leader?
Cowering in a corner?
Hiding amid the chaos?
Afraid to risk your life to save ours?
You were our leader.
Why did you not lead us away?
We knew they were coming, but we stayed with you.
We believed in the Promise, but even more in your words and judgment.
After all we've done for you, believed in false hopes, been steadfast in allegiance.
And you turn away.
As my band is torn from my wing, I know this.
You had never been a true leader.
The Silverwing was.
As pain rips me apart, I know this.
We had been misguided all along.
As I die, I know this.
We remained loyal…
to a broken Promise.
A/N: Wasn't that a happy story? Well, review and all that if you want to. :)