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 finished his work
on the third day