***In the middle of the witching hours.

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In dark hours come thoughts that match.  And yet there is always hope.

Men can be brave, some men foolishly, some men because they have already surrendered their lives.  If they have surrendered it to the King, death will never have them.  Where there seems only fantasy, a bit of looking can lead to some truths.

What has given new blood to old bones is knowing with certainty that Another has fought an even tougher fight than any will ever know.  And He fights it for the many every day through another sort of men.  Though it may not seem it, read the words.  Even before double checking the words, and before becoming what would save, the meaning of this song was clear.  It was a thorn in the side until finally bowing.  Long before bowing, though, the truth was known.  It was simply... not preferred.

I can only imagine this singer, a one time favorite, had need of such a man and realized what he asked and what he received.  His gratitude is noted in the only means he had to offer thanks.  He was a tiger.  He too could not change his stripes.  But he could see his way to wisdom, and a knee.

The next is mere fantasy but it... holds some truths as well. 

Bedtime.  Pleasant dreams.