The Moon and Sun are gone from us,
and all the stars withdraw,
leaving us mere reflections of astral light. As the twilight

groves behind grow out of sight,
I, in blind fury, in malevolent wrath,
flee through the archways of self-deceit, into the

starlit lands beyond the gate,
where the sculptures of ice and snow await me.
Northwards my paths took me, unto realms where

all hope forsook me. Tumbling befallen,
I was at loss on these paths everdark!
Shivering, in tears I beheld the sight of

shocking brilliance starbright with shimmering beams
of fragmented light. In the everwhite whirlpool of the Celestial

Keeper, wavering in the high domes above,
She is the astral flow upon the firmanent in evermotion.
She is the heavenly

eidolon of beauty - and despair - high above these
merely mortal realms. Northstar - in solitude, in unspeakable forms

manifested unto me! Polestar, my perpetual Goddess who calls out to us

Yet how could I ever begin to grasp the might that
overcomes all borders and limits of existence? How could I ever be alike

the celestial ones that are free of all sorrows of
substance? The passing of my heart is at hand, into the vaults of the

nightly sky, to dance with the four winds and the gods
and goddesses of the stars. Lovesick and compelled to leave behind

these lands I bid farewell.
Let thee well die. For I join immortal ornaments of
the heavens above, as a new day dawns on

the mortal lands, beyond the sight of the Celestial Keeper.