Don't Forget the Evening Star
The People are waiting for Spring to come;
The frosts to cease, the rivers to run.
We’re all waiting for Dawn to break;
The grass to grow, the wine to make.
We wait for the rise of the Morning Star:
How bright she shines from Heaven afar!
We wait for the rise of the rising sun,
The Glorious Morning, the battle is won.
But don’t forget the Evening Star;
The one who died to make you who you are.
She rose up and was killed by the Night;
Don’t let the darkness consume all her light.
Reborn in the Morning from kingdom afar,
Don’t forget the Evening Star!
The frosts to cease, the rivers to run.
We’re all waiting for Dawn to break;
The grass to grow, the wine to make.
We wait for the rise of the Morning Star:
How bright she shines from Heaven afar!
We wait for the rise of the rising sun,
The Glorious Morning, the battle is won.
But don’t forget the Evening Star;
The one who died to make you who you are.
She rose up and was killed by the Night;
Don’t let the darkness consume all her light.
Reborn in the Morning from kingdom afar,
Don’t forget the Evening Star!
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Its actually a spiel from another story I wrote yesterday, and is said by a character called "Lucifer", whose name, co-incidentally, means exactly the same thing as "Phosgene". Go figure. Could it be that the bringers of light will actually bring on the night instead?