“In the darkness of night, Demons strut, taunting, goading. In the light of day, Angels sing glorious songs. In the time in between, We live our lives alone and searching. And sometimes, softly, You understand damnation. All is forgotten, all is lost, All but forgiveness And the memory of her kiss.” LoveLifeTimeMemoryAloneKissThe Sands Of Grief Book:The Hourglass Door Source: The Hourglass Door