  darkness like a dreadful snake it wrapes it's light ingulfing extensions across the land in a fading light the protector bids farewell as it's last hopeful rays streak across the sky it leaves only to be replaced by the widow she wonders across the sky never sure where to be and how to light a full flame when the widow rises fear and terrible portents follow in it's wake and a world of shadow and ash appears and all the was holsem in the day becomes dead and lifeless not untill the protector bursts through the horizen in furry,
 because of the incompetence of the widow,  does the world seem whole again and the extensions of the night draw back to the shadows in retreate only to return again with the widow and a chance to again kill the joy that is day so do not scorn at the protector for he is the gaurdian,  the one true protector of all that we hold dear 
