A night, so beauty and calm like this,
dreams, dreamt of endless bliss,
with beauty that reigns, from stars above,
showering thine world, with outstretched love.
But thine blind dost not see,
what becometh thine world to be?
But thine blind that be death,
yet suffocated by natures breath.
The beauty thine worlds dost hide,
reminds us that we died.