All seemed fine amongst the dagger-like grass and then there was agitation. The hard blades began to slowly move towards a giant clasp. And then, on the brink of dusk and the curb of the mighty blade, Time and Purpose was in alignment, with no warning an unknown force came into view and made itself felt. Its power was unearthly, but captivatingly beautiful.
It was all over in less than a century or was that an Old Planet second? Even Power gets burned when Courage fights for values and truth. There was casualty, but here was the proof that in Winter all is not at all lost, it is saved to be renewed. Wisdom rules it must simply retreat to fight another day. In your very neighbourhood, just as here, these brave swords now hang for all passers by to remember and be encouraged, Truth is never a battle fought in vain.