Oh, Sunken art thou day
Sun fallen, moon risen, so risqué
Like the mace that swings like friends
180 degrees with sharpened ends
Come too thee, oh brazen light
Step forth oh creature of the night
Tangled mess of folly and hate
Scattered crumbs upon a plate
Be wary of stars so dim
And forests hubs that rarely sing
Shadows spells cast on feeble proof
Lies that cover hidden truth
Banished now is our pride so wrong
Now hither back to where you belong
Thou doest cry a scream of pain
For nothing is ever quite the same!
