The Saviour in the Night.

He perches among the gargoyles,
His brazen claws grasp the walls of stone.
His eyes wander unto the city soils,
As he stands solemn, and alone.

The wind about him does no harm;
For it’s his power, so to speak.
He stretches his utmost and powerful arms,
And the danger below, he sights and seeks.

He flies down like a comet—
Straight, sure, and fast.
Moments before the ground he meets,
He breaks his fall and lands.

The darkness around him starts to flee.
His armor is of shining steel.
His enemies all start to break as they see
His power, his light—it’s all surreal.

He’s the bringer of light,
A hero in a cape and armor.
He’s the enmity of fear.
A God-given Saviour.