Cold-hearted orb that rules the night

Removes the colours from our sight,

Red is grey and yellow white

But we decide which is right

And which is an illusion.

Pinprick holes in a colourless sky

Let insipid figures of light pass by.

The mighty light of ten thousand suns

Challenges infinity, and is soon gone.



Night-time: to some, a brief interlude,

To others the fear of solitude.

Brave Helios, wake up your steeds!

Brings the warmth the countryside needs