First things first
She was falling
The air was dark
The ground was calling

The light of the moon
riding her back
like the tail of a comet
on an imminent track

From the stars above
to the world in doubt
this Angel fell
and then blacked out

Waking in her
bewilderment
She was lost
wherever she went

Yet something drove
deep down in her soul
She never needed sleep
but she had to find her goal

In darkness she came
to an odd fence and door
Something urged her
to start to explore

There in these cages
many animals awake
and a power inside her
began to shake

One creature: the target
of an intensity
She pointed her arms
and set the beast free

A thycaline stood
and now as a man
Persuveus rose
from the power of her hands

Yet she hid for a time
not sure what to do
She waited and watched
as the stars withdrew