She rises in the darkness, shining bright.
Alone among the clouds, arousing stars.
And full of sorrow falls her tearful light,
we gaze upon the beauty in her scars.

Enslaved by physics beyond her control,
routinely, to the the sky, she must attend.
She’s cursed, but never utters words of woe
in her noble cause of warming souls of men.

I give you thanks, my goddess of the eve,
for guiding me throughout my times of dark.
And with these words, I tribute unto thee,
I take your deep within my heart.

Routinely, every eve I gaze up high.
Keep company the lady of the nigh’.