"The Stork is Coming" - The Feathered Fighter

A few weeks ago I dreamt of fire. When I woke the world was ablaze. It doesn't take a great seer (however I am one, so maybe keep reading), to see that something is off with this war.

Calm seas and wind under our wings from the very start.

It makes one wonder,

When will the White Stork darken our skies again? 

Surely this can't be it?

Besides,

I keep having the same dream

over and over.

The day of reckoning is here. Fire, Machine and Beast screaming in dissonance! There will be no Resolve nor Respite!

Sorry, where was I?

They are concocting something foul. 

I can feel it in my beak. Or maybe it's the smell.

The Spirits of the North bid me to tell you:

Do not let your guard up!

Keep your weapons and holy scriptures close at hand.

The Stork is coming.

Sincerely, Caeruleus

I will, pretentiously, leave you with this excerpt from The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot.

This is the dead land

This is cactus land

Here the stone images

Are raised, here they receive

The supplication of a dead man’s hand

Under the twinkle of a fading star.