Queen of the Borrowed Light

If I, if I travel out one day

And there you are

Staring back at me

Your gaze lowers

And now turns

And looks onward

You fly upon wings of your own creation

I see the light of the night sky in your eyes

I ask for the gift of your fire

Don't hope that I were one of us were I to die

I know the way of the one who howls

In the darkness of the night

Where no longer am I afraid

Regardless

We'll fly upon wings of your own creation

I see the light of the night sky in your eyes

I

You're so late, they're already stricken

I know we are alone

They are beyond hope, the end of all our scriptures

There is nothing left

Where is flora?

Where is fauna?

Go to wage war, to slay and smite, it's this way

The scriptures, the horizon

There is darkness coming to the land

Darkness travels nearer

You go in celebration

Or in sadness, they try to capitalize

In your own yearning for the throne

Precious power, braving the forests

Where I come to leverage the stones, before the flame engulfs our forest

We'll fly upon wings of your own creation

I see the light of the night sky in your eyes

I'm happy wherever I can see your eyes

To where we will be entombed on hallowed ground

Blinded, suffering, silent

Toward the bitter winter

On our way, hallowed days, ever riding