Is This What You Saw When You Fought Armageddon?

Father, I speak to the night where the old guns stand,

To the walls of Twosun you died to defend.

We drove the dragons from our own scarred land,

Yet we hunt them abroad or they’ll roll over us again.

Six have fallen burning from the iron sky,

Still their shadows lengthen where the brave men lie.

Tell me, when you rose in that little airship’s frame…

Did you know this war would call your son by name?

Is this what you saw when you fought Armageddon,

In that little airship built of canvas, faith, and flame?

Did you know we'd chase the brood you left unbroken,

And pay for every victory in blood and name?

How did you bear command when all roads led through dying?

How did you send men forward through the smoke and rain?

Is this what you saw when you fought Armageddon…

And how did you keep your soul from hardening in pain?

Mark flies Stormbreaker like a man possessed by thunder,

Taking chances none but madmen dare to make.

So far the sky has bent before his reckless wonder—

But what if one day fortune lets those iron wings break?

Donna speaks with dragons, though one stole Matthew away,

Still she walks toward fire where others kneel and pray.

David builds the engines that keep our people free—

And every dragon knows the mind they hunt is he.

Is this what you saw when you fought Armageddon,

In that little airship built of canvas, faith, and flame?

Did you know we'd chase the brood you left unbroken,

And pay for every victory in blood and name?

How did you bear command when all roads led through dying?

How did you send men forward through the smoke and rain?

Is this what you saw when you fought Armageddon…

And how did you keep your soul from hardening in pain?

Andrew lifts a magic sword and weary men rise with him,

Three great dragons dead have felt that bright steel sing.

But heroes flirt with death until death can finally catch them—

How long can mortal hands strike down a dragon-king?

And me... they call me strategist, as though I hold the thread,

I point where men advance and where brave boys lie dead.

They look to me for answers I was never born to know—

Yet every dawn I give them one and send them where they go.

Now word comes of a monster older than the mountains,

Black as ruin, vast enough to darken half the day.

If this one is greater still than even Armageddon…

Father, tell me how a man stands and does not break.

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Is this what you saw when you fought Armageddon,

In that little airship when Twosun burned below?

Did you know we'd all be changed by fighting dragons—

That victory itself would carve us as we go?

I wish you were here beside the charts and lanterns,

To tell me when to hold… and when to strike the blow.

Is this what you saw when you fought Armageddon…

Father—if you hear me—show me how to go.