The Guardian Angel returned to earth and went about his concern. A forceful wind blew past him: it almost throw him away. He raised up his head to the reality unfolding before him. It was night. Does it mean I have be walking all through the nook and cranny of earth and met no human until it's night? He said to himself. He saw an image of a tiny dying light shining. He glanced at it and realised it was injured: patches of dark spot covered few part of its body. The soul was about to fall to the ground. He dashed like flash and held him upright. The soul smiled as its white glowing teeth radiated light. "Am I close to the end"
The Guardian Angel was startled and didn't get understand his question.
"You look confused my angel." He said panting.
"You are injured by the dark and need help."
He tittered but with a broad smile. "I have fought the night of my soul and the night of my life's goals. Only in death will I give up."
His words knocked the reality on ground into the head of the Guardian Angel. Darkness and humming sounds came from all corners. The soul staggered and stood firm holding its weapons: prayers, shield of hope, helmet of optimism and self love, sword of courage and undaunted, breast plate of consistency, iron boot of hard work and chanted song of praise and courage.
The Guardian Angel wasn't meant to interfere unless he's called upon by the soul. Darkness laughed and it echoed all around. He gave a run at the soul: thinking, he's weak. I can destroy him. A Powerful light flung it as the soul swung it's weapons at it.
With Darkness were depression, sadness, bullies, mockeries, failure, laziness, Suicide and pessimism work with the dark lord.
The soul fought and slaughted them while chanting the Poetic Psalm of Victory Over The Night
POETIC PSALM of VICTORY OVER THE NIGHT
Like Knight of glory we overcome the night.
We conquer the turbulence of the night.
We have awoken host of evil along the night.
In our aspiration beyond the dreams of night.
Grace of God has awakened the sense against nights.
Our laziness and despair of sleep caused by the night,
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