midnight
You thus see , Fausta , what Rome is made of , and into what hands we may all come . Do you wonder at my love of Christianity ? at my zeal for its progress ? Unless it prosper , unless it take root and spread through this people , their fate is sealed , to my mind , with the same certainty as if I saw their doom written upon the midnight sky in letters of fire . Their own wickedness will break them in pieces and destroy them . It is a weight beneath which no society can stand . It must give way in general anarchy and ruin .