Blue Angel sings once again.
She dances through the darkness of night.
Lights up this place of dreams.
For this is the moment we have all waited for.
Like Cubs fans waiting for the 'Series.
It's time to dance with an Angel.
Not to music.
But to life.
That - which is still to come.
For the new prophesy is ready to be inked.
Sealed in wax that is our lives.
Committed to memory.
Verbal then written.
Law to legend.
Legend to myth.
Then pass in to the twilight.
When the next one.