At the End of the Night

At the end of the night
An angel awoke
Who sings us to sleep
And into his dream
He pours us the wine
Containing his spirit
You won’t be alone
In the other world

His face is disfigured
By suffering and pain
And yet he is not
The demon he seems
He may be dead
But just from our view
His body decays
But his spirit is light