It darkens then lightens,
The night to the morn;
Flame guarded by the night’s shroud is brandished by the day’s hand.
Where do you sit within this endless game,
His cycle of light and dark light and dark,
Dark and light that never rests never sleeps just surges forward into eternity?
Do you weep with tearless eyes?
Hide in the folds of the darkness amongst her secrets and her lies?
Do you fear the light of the day and his hope and his warmth and his presence?
She keeps her children yet she loves them not,
Her darkness has made her cold and unwilling,
The moon and stars her sisters at arms turn their back on her when he comes.
He rides on the crest of the world in a carriage of bones and light,
Flames leap from his eyes and dance in the glow of his shadow,
She watches with envy and her darkness deepens.
There have been times oh true there have been times ,
When she has torn open the sky while he sings and flies yet ,
Never has she breached the terms of their engagement.
The keeper of secrets and the watcher of dreams,
She ponders and sits while the world shifts and closes its eyes,
And you her child draw your breath and she sighs.
In her sweet release she dies once more,
As he rises on the tides she has made for his safe passage into life,
Once more she fades away and dies in his light.
In his birth he condemns her to death,
But for love, what sacrifice is this?
