The cycle had happened once more and a devil appeared before my eyes

But I won't be fooled, for I had already been whispered to by god for your return into his lost garden

Windchimes flowed, thats how I knew his truth to be absolute and I was never doubtful again

Pray, he told me, pray until I exhausted my emotive form and he would give to me his reliquary from which your soul would blossom.

You knew at the monestary, I would go about faithlessly following a man whose only claim was that the throne was too large for anyone but him to sit aloft

But now, an angel brought you to me and I will follow his will