"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 dark angels
And fininshed His work
On the third day.


:Kevin Max Smith: