Night, now so low upon earth
Fake all the flashes of the dying sun.
All my care for you has ended
And so my deep wooing is done.
This one is to be a gloomy night
Until you have your sins atoned
And confessed it was all not right
Before timelessness dies
and our whole life is gone.

Night, now so dark and peaceful
But is your soul holy again to love?
Leave me not smiling and hopeful
If not for me you have ever fought.
Just leave me here; waning and dying
And frequent her; as I scream in dismay.
Forsake me more by your fond lying
And live your life as'f no more's today.

Love, how could you become so bitter?
And just like the winds burning outside;
your own delights you have murdered
and for chastity you shall never fight.
As I walked home through this fiery night
Your thunder pressed my spirit down
And as I had rushed to catch daylight
You spurned my love and left me at dawn.

Love, have you now really gone?
Why have you not given me my turn
And wait until this misery is blown?
Your deceit but made my heart churn
And your falsehood made me want to run
into the arms of our exotic heavens
To marry my soul to the nocturnal sun;
and relieve this twist of sheer burdens.

O love, why finished you not our sonnets-
and instantly replaced its haunting melody
With tones of hatred and spite and regrets.
Such ignoble, yet faithful means of cruelty!
Ah! And why did you but think that our story
Is perhaps a genteel and surreal parody?
Your soul has turned indeed somewhat vicious
In which I can find sadly none of glory;
for detest I do such happiness perilous
and greatness built in whirls of ignominy.

And your rivers; rivers of epic poetry,
have now gone mad and burnt themselves.
But feel you will; neither sadness nor sorry,
as though have you not human cells.
You are grounded within your age;
and your soul bare as a statue.
You are still but dangerous as rage;
like you have only vice and no virtue.

I might too be seen as truthfully blessed
That I have fled my whole self from you.
I was no more than your autumn jest;
whilst you still thought you were darkly true.
Yes! Like a proud, but evil sailor at night
You will one day wander beside my sea
And turn all its gullible colours into fright;
before you creep forth up and **** me.

And further I'll fight for you not,
as in him I've found my victory.
Ah! But why this courage is still bold;
though you are no more of my story.
Breathe, breathe, as 'tis all for him
That grand singing just might seem
And other woven threads of this poesy
I bore and sewed under the tree.

Ah! I will return you to the icy night
Before I start my dreamy journey.
So I know you'll fade within my sight
but appear again wherein; like a ghost lady.

That now have I finally said goodbye,
turn around and bring not one face shy.
Fret not over your past mistakes;
Face with patience what future takes.

And gladly welcome your returns,
for yon good deeds had you once done.
But share your due blessings in turns,
show your dear kindness and not scorn.

But I'll stand beside the bushes,
with my newborn hope by the lakes.
Lost in his loving eyelashes,
by the grandest tale love can make.