Perhaps

it is not the sun that rises

but the moon

that takes its place

in the night

Perhaps light

should be dreaded instead of darkness

for it brings the plights of the world out forth;

The Skies, the refuge of the clouds,

defiled by dust never ending

And the Stars, the gems of the void,

concealed by the nebulous scatter.

I take shelter in the night,

For through its darkness,

Only the divine is bright.