Deep darkness encroached on the hamlet of Helios.
Jet stallion-drawn chariot delivers him close
to the bed of the boy that eve he must snatch.
The Erl King bent o'er to cradle his catch.

"You can't take my boy! My life would be dim."
"Every pound of my flesh I'd shed gladly for him."
"For innocent's sake, please spare me, my son -
I'll surrender my life; your quota'd be done."

"Why want I your life? It's not worth a fret -
your heart is mockery, it echoes regret!"
"Now there, on the bed in such sweet repose
is the essence of beauty I long to behold."

"This must not be so! You've no need of him -
take me, not the sweetest-of-sweet Seraphim."

"How sadly thou art; you pitiful man."
"The heart of this son will renew our land."
"Of sacrifice simple, new spring comes reborn -
from faith such as yours, dust devil's do storm."

The struggle was brief, the priest be no match.
The power of nature is quick to dispatch.
In a wink it was done, left in him no breath.
Exit the Erl King. In hand, the fair Seraph.

The night filled with murmurs and shadows expectant
as Erl King prepared the rebirth of his celebrant.
In darkness no more, Seraph entered in flight
Angelic applause joins his crown's golden light.

With return of the Sun to the hamlet of Helios
this legend of Erl King is brought to a close.
By cunning and might, the King thus made right.
The Seraph arisen has vanquished the night!