The sun of yore
Still shines on thee
“I fear her light!”,
Cried Night to me.

The brightest star
Plunged in the sea
“For she's herein -
Ye needs not me!”.

Yet wretched I be
For all I see -
A dark abyss
Surrounding me.

“For heaven’s sake!”,
I sob, I plea,
“Her light - her bright -
Shines not for me!”