O silver queen of endless skies,
O lantern of the deep,
Your light once crowned my weary brow,
And led me into sleep.
But now the heavens darken,
Your throne is cold and bare,
My goddess, lost forever—
My prayers dissolve in air.
I burned my soul in offering,
I sang beneath your flame,
Yet dawn has claimed your gentle face,
And left me but your name.
O pale divine beloved,
Why must you fade away?
The stars fall silent weeping,
The night forgets to stay.
I’d cross the seas of shadow,
I’d climb the bones of time,
To kneel once more before you,
And call your spirit mine.
But mortals hold no power,
To bind what is divine,
I lost my moon, my goddess—
And still I call you mine.