Alive I was all that night
Hearing that creature,
Out of the reach of my sight
Deeply a misleading feature
A voice and a bright light,
A hollowness then a rupture.

I had to listen and cite
And try to imagine her picture,
Like a deaf in a rite
Trying to build up a structure,
From a lip’s mite,
From an arms gesture.

I had to wait and fight
Till the nearest future,
Like an errant knight
The bad temperature
Of an evil sprite
To save myself, Oh torture!

I had to stick to smite,
By my divine culture,
And to believe in God’s might
My sole voucher
Till the break of daylight,
I won back my precious nature.