Ode to the Guardians from Above
O agents of the twilight sky, you glide,
With wings woven from the dream of night,
Sentinels of secrets, soft as whispered sighs,
In your watchful gaze, the world finds light.
You paint the horizon with threads of gold,
Where shadows linger, you break the chill,
Your laughter, a melody, bold yet untold,
Carries the promise of solace and will.
Beneath your vigil, the weary find rest,
In the cradle of your cosmic embrace,
Each star a beacon, a luminous quest,
Guiding lost souls through the infinite space.
O agents from above, in your grace we trust,
Mending our hearts, as the heavens combust.
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