I am the last lone passenger of the night,

My heart is dark, yet dark is darker still.

You will not remember me, as morning tremble wakes and changes into sight,

My tainted shape and form disguised by mighty nocturnal shadow just until.

Illuminated by the paler rays of furthest father moon,

In quickened beat of step I now distress.

And intend to silly race the waking golden rays come too soon,

My reward is raging amber light in break of day, but absent friend I must confess.

My tired hiding soul can never reach its fill of wandering darkened wanton way,

It took me years but after many endless tears I finally grasped,

My soul enchained, a constant prisoner to the day.