Do you realize your beauty, oh dear one,
when the flames fly light from the girth?
The nebulas caught in the casual rain
show such a wonderous time of rebirth.

Do you see the chains, oh light one,
tethered around your worried head?
Perfecting the breakage of ropes and of chains
will cause hope for our one world to be dead.

Will you stay with me, oh gold one,
to shelter with me from my life?
For I am not sure I can weather the world
with my only source of wonder gone rife.