Embers

The daggers of chilling wind have blown away the ashes. And now, the embers are stirred…

It’s a dark night. The wind howls mournfully in every corner and screams at every window. The deadly pall of gloom surrounds every life and the shadow of despair lies black upon every heart. Everywhere men are cowed by the wails of terror.

But behold!
The daggers of chilling wind have blown away the ashes. And now, the embers are stirred.

Yes, the embers are stirred. The slumbering giant rises from his sleep. Strength is I his great arms, and the fires of revolution burn bright in his eyes. Vengeance its touch, it raises its claw and shreds the blanket of despair from the minds of men. Terror flies before the terror of him, the screams of the wind of doom turns to moans begging mercy. The darkness consumed by the waves of fire heralding the leviathan, it goes back to its sleep. All that remains now is the twisted, smoldering corpse of the night-and a new beginning.

All this and more will now come to pass. Because you see…
The daggers of the chilling wind have blown away the ashes. And now, the embers are stirred.