Deep in this night, the whistle blows
from lantern and wheel, a spirit knows
a foolish man did not begot
for Spirit dances to what is nought
The broken sun comes through the pane
from temporal destiny I shall remain
Never retired even from the grave
for the Poet's heart is eternal, brave
Lord of Fire, Smoke and Mirrors
holding up the truth to sinners
where the wind conjures magic rites
and all souls return to that dark night
