I am the keeper of the sacred places.
Each night I wander their lonely corridors,
ever vigilant for the threat of Darkness,
for She also roams in the nether-time before dawn.
And each morning, with the gentle kiss of
Father Light's grateful golden gaze, I vanish
like the gloaming mist, retreating westward
within the shadow of night. I am to remain
forever wary, for Mistress Darkness never sleeps,
and She perpetually seeks to extend the lightless
domain beneath Her terrible cloak.

In my many avatars, I see all that transpires,
for I am also the keeper of the sacred story... *

*An excerpt from The Golden Bird,
an unpublished novel by Samuel Crane
and Jonathon Earl Bowser