"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 there he finished his work
on the third day.