“Slowly, desperately slowly, the darkness leaches nearer you and no stair or jump remains. Just heavy columns as your prison doors. We deserved much more praise. We brought the sun.

The son, the morning star - we have taught you faith and hope that light will arise in the hour after dark. But we have spent our light. I take the key from above which was safely put there. Here is that key.

Please hope. There will be a better day. Spring will always come. And we will meet again when journeys have an end.”