By the light of the moon
I gradually preside on a symbol to bloom
The lost chalice of life which I once held
My eyes now foretell
The destiny of an abiding flight
Which made my heart race in raging fright
And shunned me into the world of might
To die a glorious death by fight
The aura is to be the guide
To find the treasure and haul out of the shaded world of night
This decision of destiny will always remind
Me of a time when I won the contemplative battle with my mind
Still after this glory
As I sit by the river
My world it abides
And this frozen thought will never blink away and hide
And will forever provide me comfort worth a dime
Whenever I sit here weeping in the shadows of the fading light.