Bitterly into the night;

Under the midnight raven's flight—--

Humming beauty paces forth,

To where the knight waits in the north.

Nor demon, nor goddess;

But without a glance over is much too thoughtless—--

Amber and scarlet pools shoot through the shade,

Where the angel and demon meet, the light will fade.

A new midnight, a new dawn;

Shall the angel be nothing other than Xisuthros's pawn—--

Still an important part to play,

Because without the future darkest savior, the realms will decay.

~Davyd Oliynyk, May 25, 2005