‘Verse: Blackguards and Plaster Saints
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, Gen
Pairings/Warnings: None
Summary: Prompt from LiveJournal’s community drabbles 30 Days of Drabbles: Day 26 Prompts: Song/Poem: Fugue of Death by Paul Celan.

There’s an arc in the sky, a thin grey line,
That’s all that’s left of me and mine.
A grim reminder of the toll,
We’ve paid to save the world below.
Yet somewhere in that skyward scar,
Is all the best of who we are.

And year by year that graveyard grows,
And the shadows deepen, it casts below.
But don’t look up to mourn our fates,
Look up, rejoice, and take in faith,
The promise made when we climbed those skies,
That the Ships may burn and we may die,
That the War may come,

But the Earth remains.