An Archangel dazzled as lightening! Swapped, clasped the wings as an eagle’s talon beneath: Climbing the thrones of Heaven swapped Lo! “An Archangel” Lo! an Archangel? Hypnotized a soul with a lance in a trance? The crown Of The Arch type To Her Fingers, flowers in the moor in the hands. The ancient manor Of Archangels in the palaces of time and space, it takes two to tangle that “Iam…that...iam”; Germania the Archangel!