Knock knock. Who is that, standing at my door?
It’s me, it’s me! See what I have for you?
Dear, my dear such little girl, you look poor
Come, let me in, so I can show you, too.

I let this woman in, but who was she?
Her eyes, ice like the horrid, cold, dark night
Soon I knew I was looking right at me,
so then the dark became my newest light

Unbearable is now the dying one.
It’s me, it’s me! Oh what have I now seen?
My dear, My dear, I am the fleeting sun.
With pain inside… I must now be a queen.

Throughout the night, I find my soulful peace,
which makes the brightest lights forever cease.