Justice

The night is churning
As the people wait,
The moon was full and is waning
And destiny approaches.
Vigilance is all the dogs of war can muster
As they wait atop their ivory painted towers
Over moats of blood of the martyrs.
They know their time approaches,
That the soft whisper of fate is in the air,
That there is no escaping it.
They howl in their desperation
As the ranks of freedom approach to lay siege.