Lady Darkness forms, aglow with armor, before the prince on the battlefield. Sunday:

Good Prince, I come to offer you your death
I will waste no time to be your guest;
give away your life in peace
and alleviate these hundreds of their grief

For this battle you may win, but lose you shall
and lose they shall as well. You may walk away indeed,
but never you’ll know just how near
and never will you see which way I wait

Will your life be relieved
or the world become black?
Make your choice!

These words, as clumsy as they are
you’d soon see proved to be
not the faintest as forgiving
as the next time you’d see me:

Looking down from the Heavens, once you were there
You would well remember how I spoke to you these words
As you watched from above the horror I would cast upon this land
And though dearly you would pray, “By God, may my Life be once restored, that perchance I might depart from it more swiftly!” You’d find but one thing to be eternal: the weeping
of his Saints and Angels knelt down by your side.