Clodoald
Saint Clodoald (Latin: Clodoaldus, Cloudus ;522 – c. 560 AD), better known as Cloud, was the son of King Chlodomer of Orléans and his wife Guntheuc.
Life
Clodoald was raised in Paris by his grandmother, Saint Clotilde. He was one of three brothers, all of whom were targeted for assassination by their uncle, Clotaire I. Clodoald's brothers, Theodoald and Gunther, were killed by Clotaire when they were ten and nine respectively, but Clodoald survived by escaping to Provence.
Clodoald renounced all claims to the throne, and lived as a studious hermit and disciple of Saint Severinus of Noricum.
Visited by many for counsel and healing, Clodoald in effect gained nothing by keeping himself remote from society. He therefore returned to Paris, where he was received with joy. At the people's request, he was ordained a priest by Bishop Eusebius of Paris in 551, and served the church for some time.
Clodoald established an abbey at a hamlet named Novigentum, on the Seine near Versailles, that is now a collegiate church of canons regular called Saint Cloud wherein his relics are kept. The hamlet hosting his tomb was renamed Saint-Cloud accordingly.
Guilty Light
They say
They pity you
They pity you
But that's something that I could never do
(Its funny how the light from anybody, Could slowly slip away)
A pretty view
A pretty view
The world outside is not for me and you
Becoming you
Becoming you
So shine the guilty light
The biggest thing the monster saw
Was lost within the bottom drawer
And now my hope begins to fade
To late night meals and bills unpaid
The trapper sneaks beneath my chair
The smell of sweat and unwashed hair
I place the clock upon the floor
To stop them knocking at my door
(Its funny how, You'll never change)
The hollow man he came to see me
The creature that possesses me
And as I shiver in my bed
He shaves a line across my head
(Tonight I see your eyes)
The night I cried he sang with me
A thousand cuts begin to bleed
I opened up the window wide
