Shall I find hope
Under the stars?
In worlds harmed deep
Complete with scars?
Innumerable
Days do I count.
Against cold stone
Lights—mine—go out.


They're lit again,
E'er morning's light.
No peace I find;
Dread golden sight.
Endless the loop;
Nightmares the days.
Cease! Stop! Begone,
You brutal ways!