Angel

The biting wind whips around me like a second set of clothing.
The soaring notes of the violins drive me forth.
I resonate with the night and my winding course.
I see all that I need to so clearly, yet I only need to see my way and the hindrences that threaten.
Voice and machine's growl become a singular rolling thunder.
I am the voice of Justice;
I am the Avenging Angel of the LORD!
Let none stay my fury!