Mean art thou,
O Queen of the night!
Life is to the dark Earth
Thy light.
And Thy beauty, its breath.
Yet, did Thou beneath Thy robe
Hide and fled
with the shimmering thunder.
Grief is the lonesome Earth
Of Thy betrayal, creeping and
crawling in the darkness of
vain and hurt.
O Queen of the night,
Thy light and beauty art mean.
Sam-el Ladh
Watch the poem narrated on my Youtube Channel here
