Hellsing Copy Poem: The Day The Zeppelins CameMore Like This
There were hundreds of them…
Huge, silvery airships gliding through the night air with an eerie silence that dumbfounded all of London as they stared. The more cautious citizens fell on their knees and prayed, a sense of dread told them there was a distinct possibility as these silent airships floated serenely above that there might not be enough left alive to see tomorrow.
Yet this was irrelevant, because that night the zeppelins came there was a hum of distant helicopters swarming into the city like angry bees. Knights in silver armor stomped through the streets and their boots clicked against the ground in time as though they were of one organism. While above an Archbishop’s voice came shrilly over loudspeaker, telling us we would be punished for our sins as a Priest, a Father, a Teacher stalked the alleyways praying a rosary and hoping God would forgive him for killing his son.
However this went unnoticed, because on that night, the zeppelin night, the knights in white