By the final struggling light~
of her last candle near spent
Furiously on she writes~
unto one purpose alone bent...

Still, further encroaches the night~
caring naught for her consent
Stealing away her sight~
as if out from her eyes rent...

Opening her mouth to protest~
giving voice unto her rage
" Black & vile, no moon by blessed~
thief of my pen from this page...

By your evil, I'll not be best~
nor in this dark hell be caged
For rise will he, who set in the west~
& take back from you heavens stage...