Adepta Sororitas, faithful are thee to the ecclesiarchy in ecliptic orbit, draped in sacrosanct power armor cascading out an opulent soft glow ablazing unabashed. Its eminence, though miniscule compared to others of higher gothic, spread like a rumor of legend, calling upon the clouds like a vaporless fog across the Astra Militarum. I conduct this poem in times of hiatus, between the distinct pauses of gunfire and trembling thoughts of when I was once in your care. I recite this poem in tribute to thee.

poem:
I love the words you've placed in seasons through these eyes you had bestowed.
I humbly ask "how'd this come to pass" in this tumbling stiff abode.
Countless times and endless pass captured within an hourglass.
I must say "thank you at last" for this poem I've come to know.

I remember awakening to the welcoming embrace of the Emperor's will, overcast by an intrinsic eclipse maroons moon’s luminous body conveyed in a grand black obscured sand in the form of...