Looking out now upon this cold aquiline moon,
of departure is arriving too soon.
Rememb'ring the only eyes ever to see me,
Their light igniting this darkness which
Where there was blood on the hands of once vengeful fate
the hunger of torment could I never sate,
A yellow flame dances, reflecting a renewal -
Temptation no longer claims
endeavour its tool.
Believing myself bankrupt, having spent all resource,
melancholy leanings, my only recourse.
Your love and compassion, through their combination,
This endless night forced
Through what lies beneath and all we face in between
Situations and circumstances unforeseen -
This offer of indiscriminate devotion
Reigns supreme in the pantheon