A lonely moon
Stares back at me
Like a mirror of my soul
A mirror image fades in darkness
As I close my eyes
A lonely dream
Bleeds my liquid sorrow
Raining down from the sky
In the light of a lonely moon
Everything must come
Together in the end
Even if it's so far away
Touch the sky in my heart
Like scattered fragments drawn together
To heal the wound still bleeding
Cold and dark are these fragments
And these fragments shimmer in the sky
Losing fire, losing sleep, it's very cold
Coming together in the end, they touch the sky

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Variach, in the year 142 MA.