──── This night, fair lights shall fade from mortal sight...
Not by blind chance, nor whim of fate, but by mine hand.
Long have I watched their trembling glow,
So soft… so easily undone.
And I shall pass, a shadow unconfined,
Till each small flame doth gasp and die...
And naught remains but dark… and I.
──── This night, fair lights shall fade from mortal sight...
Not by blind chance, nor whim of fate, but by mine hand.
Long have I watched their trembling glow,
So soft… so easily undone.
And I shall pass, a shadow unconfined,
Till each small flame doth gasp and die...
And naught remains but dark… and I.