The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.

They spoke to me soft and slow, with a story to be told.

The darkness transcends like the fires of the sun

Though I do not yearn with desire for it, the darkness makes my blood run.

My heart does not beat nor pump

I am only alive out of frantic spite and luck.

Must we not forget darkness soon fades to light

When the brightness takes over, it’s time to rest dear Knight.