Creatures of Light and Darkness

VRAMIN

And I go to the House of the Dead, where I now rule. Hail, Angel of the House of Life! The Prince will contact you one day from Marachek. And the other Angels of the other Stations will assemble to pay you honor.

A fine poetry and a good madness to you, Vramin.

Thank you, and I guess that’s about all there is to be said.

So it would seem.

(Vramin raises his cane and a poem falls and blazes upon the floor.

Horus lowers his eyes to read it, and when he looks up again the green man is gone.

As the poem fades, the Angel of the House of Life knows that it was true but forgets the words, which is as it should be.)