"Yes, they are beautiful" he replied. They sat at watch; however, there was not much else to be watched so they looked at the stars.
He felt the power in their beauty, although his understanding stopped there. Anything more than admiration for their beauty could be blasphemous. The great winged creature under him laughed, and it was as if the very fabric of time laughed with it.
Holders of the mystery
Keepers of the days
Even the unknowing
Are watched in their sleep.
