Scott LynchCrooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend.
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Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend and the midnight hours my ally. The warden of a prison is a very important person and it is because of him that we are kept safe from harm behind bars.
On this night , just as on any other night, we'll be safe in your shadow. Nothing can hurt us. We're under your protection and care.
Source: Red Seas Under Red Skies
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