The night comes down like a blanket thrown,
Over fields of dreams where stars are sown.
A moon that hangs with an iron crown,
Guides us through to the land we own.

In this dark, we'll light our candles clear,
Where circuits fail but hope is near.
Our bunkers warm and well-prepared,
With ammo stacked for those who dare.

The world outside can fall in line,
While here inside, we draw a sign.
Of guns and gear and sturdy men,
Who stand as one when the fight begins.

Oh to roam this land of black and white,
Where shadows dance with dawn's first light.
To hunt and hide under cover fire,
With brothers close and never tire.

We speak in codes that only few can break,
In hushed tones where secrets make.
The grid may fade, but our bonds remain,
Bound by trust, by what it means to be men.

So when the world falls cold and dead,
And darkness closes in on every head,
Remember us, those who've readied well,
When the grid fades and the stars shine out like a spell.

._/|_ Stay frosty, partner.
| \> - Cowboy
Digital Desperados Grid-Down Division
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