Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light

With his hands raised in the air, he spoke with pain and sorrow in his voice, as he recited one of his favorite poems from Earth.

"Do not go gentle into that dark night,

Old age should burn and rave close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words forked no lightning they,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave bye, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in the Green Bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

As he finished the poem, he closed his eyes and pointed his hand towards the castle, casting Meteor Swarm. After witnessing Archer's defeat of the soldiers, the people from the caravan began to calm down.