They came on threads of gossamer at twilight
Their enveloping webs shimmering in the evening sky with colors beyond description
There was no resistance. How could there be?
Many threw themselves from the cliffs in fear
Others prayed as the final glimpses of the sun vanished forever
But I just watched
For we had brought this on ourselves
The Power was never ours to begin with
We were only borrowing it
And payment had come due

My sixth photography based digital art. I wrote a little lore (seen above) to go along with this one also. Enjoy!