ALT O Michael, veiled in gilded light upon the ancient stairs, In solemn hush you guard the threshold between mortal dust and heaven’s grace. Armored in celestial flame, your wings stir fear and wonder in every gaze; A single staff, a silent vow, to quell the shadows that dare approach your sacred place. Great sentinel of timeless halls, your steadfast might lifts weary hearts, For in your stillness, storms are tamed and night surrenders to a golden morn. Let truth and courage shine in every shining curve of plated gold, A living oath that your watch is unwavering since the dawn was born.