I stare with empty eyes
at twinkling stars pasted in the black,
shivering with blue cold – my demise
alone, not wanting to go back.
Oh! This eternal night.
How long shall it last?
This my forever plight,
dread, future and past.
At my end, yet in the east
a hook of orange life does rise
to fill my soul with oh sweet peace,
for this shall always be our prize.