The Sword of The Somnolent
He eclipsed all in the field. Acres of cashmere and silk robes folded and fluttered among each other, conspiring with the great scroll of his Somme to veil the bottomless shadow within. Two halos, one of beryl and the other of gold, spin around a head as large as a tall man, the latter bearing the words WEIGHED IN THE NAME OF THE SOMNOLENT, YOU ARE FOUND WANTING. Seven wings oriented around his concentric halos, six of them gossamer woven light, and the seventh made of steel and damnation, the holy flaming sword he used to mete out justice.