The first glint of your existence,
like the creation of a star,
is the shimmering hope on my path.

Guiding me home;
a stoic guardian
amidst the terrors of the night.

Lo! A greater foe lights anew!
It shines upon your mighty steel.
The striking spark of light on your armor.

The battle does not last long,
and you are defeated by dawn’s sword
breaking over the horizon.

A shadow becomes your prison.

You, brave street lamp
are cast away at the dawn
into somnolence each day.

I am accustomed to your safety,
and I do not easily part with thee.
Yet, I know you will live
to reign over night once more.