"Alas my love you say goodbye
wipe the poison from my brow
Alas my love this guilty night
it gives me up like a foster child.
And in this moment I take my vow.
These angels sleeping at my feet
and in this moment you do not know how
my spirit wants to flee."
One man, against the night
taking on a multitude
that had left him high and dry.
No candle burning vigil
could light the way,
darkness hit the ground
like a fallen satellite.
He wrestled until morning
with human souls
and fallen angels
and finished his work
on the third day.

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