Suspended up here in the night,
Watching eternity pass by time and time again.

It is true,
That beauty such as this belongs on a throne,
Made of gold and jewels,
For all to see,
And marvel in its glory,
Instead, I am stranded on this thing,
That is no throne at all,
But a chair of torture and chains.

I hold the brilliance of a thousand stars,
Now I must be among them forever,
Only to be seen in the dark.