Sol, the resplendent sol: /
Where? /
Luminous! /
Where? /
Luminous! /
Where?
Luminous! /
Magistry! /

The Crescent Moon: Her magisterial lies /
Denuded every faculty inside /
At dawn, I arise /
Beseeching The Aethers sky high, /
Let love, light, & truth prevail /
For but an ephemeral exhalation, the stygian shadow seemed to malign /
Yet I will regain the wings to soar, soar heavensward once more. /
Perhaps the resplendent sol will greet me upon my ascent. /

(—Se' lah.)