Chants of a sad moon

My soul knows whereof I'm speaking

contemplating those bright hooked lamps

on a deep blue sky they dance

reflecting their enlightening rays full of sens

on a worn soul which they fence

There was that little weak spirit standing

My soul knows whereof I'm speaking

Also it was that all light tearful moon

watching over that nature's  boon

That nature's boon in agony

that nature's boon knows  no mercy

There was that little weak spirit standing

My soul knows whereof I'm speaking