The light of my evening star has faded, forever into darkness.
I fear that I might never see its light again, and as such,
I most console myself with other suns.
But I shall never forget its light upon my heart,
Nor its touch upon my soul.
I shall weep like gentle gardner, and mage of many years,
When that star shines for other men, my cheeks will wet with tears.
Tears of joy and tears of sorrow, for loss this way I feel,
Is both that of simple greifing, and of hope for loving years.