Tiny, bold warriors prancing across the sky,
Battling against each other, never hesitating to release arrows,
Letting the pointed, deathly weapons fly,
Angels, guiding their horses across open plains,
Fireballs of light, sinking into dark and clotted drains,
Guardians protect the night,
Challenging the daylight and sun to a fight,
Fragmented pieces of heaven scattered across dark velvet,
Gazing upon the cities they protect when the sun abandons her post and darkness falls upon the world,
Allowing diamonds to battle above of our heads,
Carrying in their wake, magnificent light