When candles glow in all the world, at it's very best,
the people of Aloria should shun the moon,
to wait until the sunny day,
am I so wrong to wish they would see things the way I do?
Why don't they adore the moon,
I am not overshadowed.
I have waited long enough now for them all to come around,
and now the sun shall never rise.
It comes to this at last, I no longer yield the sky,
see the moon, is rising.
And all those who wander, under my dark jewelled sky,
the final setting of the sun,
tomorrow the dawn of darkness,
for the night-time has begun.
And yes, I am a published poet.