To muster up and climb the hill
And to see the stalwart top
While carrying on through force of will
Then through triumph, stop-
You'll see the mount, you'll see the stars
Cicyphus played THIS game!
Beyond the sunset lies the dark-
But before it lies the same.

So traveler, traveler!
You may give these words only a glance,
Keep your head, mind not the dread!
Darkness... Is a matter of circumstance.