Skyborn

Verse 1]

War at dawn, a quiet scream,

Dragged from beds into broken dreams.

Open-top buses, bodies pressed tight,

A friend beside me in the half-dead light.

And their eyes…

Glass-made.

Human, but hollowed like graves.

Skyborn drifting through the black,

Silver shadows never looking back.

Skyborn — falling like a curse,

Watching our world fold in reverse.

Skyborn… Skyborn…

More ghost than god, but twice as worse.

A tower bleeding into the sky,

Stairway humming like something alive.

Two dull blades pressed into my hands,

Like toys for a child who won’t understand.

Soft air.

Cold skin.

And dread crawling under my ribs again.

Skyborn drifting through the black,

Hybrid eyes shining heart-attack.

Skyborn — we swing and miss,

Cutting at shadows that don’t exist.

Skyborn… Skyborn…

Too calm to kill, too fast to resist.

Then she stepped out

Like a whisper with teeth.

Every strike sank shallow —

No blood beneath.

She laughed in static,

Said, “Run while you can.”

And something in me knew

She wasn’t wrong.

Hit after hit,

Nothing broke, nothing bled.

Her voice slid inside,

Curling vines through my head.

We’re not prepared.

We’re barely alive.

Humanity trembling

On a glass-thin line.

Skyborn rising with the dawn,

Dancing while they drag our ruins along.

Skyborn — cold empire of night,

Waiting for us to exhaust our fight.

Skyborn… Skyborn…

We pray, but they’ve already won the light.