In Debt Poem by Aram Stefanian

I got a weird metal screen on a moonlight requisiton
It hung in the air, emitting an eerie radiance
That it was an extraterrestrial device, I had no premonition
Unfamiliar scripture on it appeared: a coded message from a sacred alliance

I heard a voice in my head, ''This is a galactic transmitter
It serves a purpose to help you learn the angelic language
Since the final fight between good and evil is hard and bitter
If involved in the battle, you'll need not arms, but knowledge''

I memorized the signs, but couldn't formulate a definition
When the letters faded out, I hoped they were stored in my mind
And I was sure I'd sense immediately a peril of war by intuition
I was in debt to the angels, and knew I'd pay them back in kind