For proportioned-prospitians (....Kait I love you but why did you change your name. I freaked out a bit)
The Land of Hail and Night.
Yours is a land of dark. But not total.
There is still light. Glittering. Distantly.
Hail. Water formed solid.
Crystalized balls.
Jeweled. Sparkled.
Fall from the sky.
They glitter in the night.
Faux stars. Falling stars. Falling.
Hail.
They are changing. Sizes. Shapes.
Indescribable. endlessly falling.
They build up. Gather in piles. Forming a rocky blanket.
A winter wonderland. But hard.
Crunching. Sounding.
You take care as you walk around your world.
The fallen hail. Your stars. Your truth.
Your magic.
Your land is a wonderland.
All your own.
Knight of Space.
You are a knight.
The warrior. The protector. The soldier.
You fight. You battle. You war.
To win.
You use the universe as your battleground. As your weapon.
You exploit space.
The fabric of it. The design of it.
You influence it. Take hold of it.
Your secret dagger.
You create the dagger. Thus the secret.
You will use the universe you breed. To defeat Him.
To fight him.
You design everything. Can create anything. Your advantage.
Your will. Weapon.
You fight with your universe. Do not leave. Use it. Rather than protect it.
Offense is defense.
He will be the one trying to defend. For a whole universe is fighting Him.
He cannot hope to evade.
