I grasp my lantern, tight and close to my freezing heart.
I burn myself, within and outside, hoping it'll start.
My love has been severed, torn and split apart.
Thus, I return to this, creating fantastical and lyrical art~!
I am neither warrior nor hero, I'm but simple and craven.
Constantly searching for my happiness, for my own haven.
I accept my darkness, my snake, my wolf, my raven.
I laugh to myself while I walk a path with suffering, laden.
The lantern I hold smothers yet give births to shadow.
The stars shine above me, as I walk in this meadow.
It's blossoming with life, yet I can see that it's hollow.
For it is like me, constantly waiting for tomorrow.
I feel the soft and crumbling matter under my feet, soil.
Starlight bounces off me, like I'm covered in metallic foil.
It seems like only my light can guide me, while I stumble and toil,
within the confines of my physical body and the mortal coil.