Stars hide your fires!
For no light shall behold the bloody jewel
Taken from the blackend waters of acheron,
Bearing their obscure grace.

The night is long that never finds the day.
What grandiose appearance stands close beneath?
The poor heart would fain deny,
Yet the the eye would fear to see...

My mind bewildered, amaz'd my sight.
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend.
Malice drunken from the fountain of treachery.
Flow! dark waters...
...and thus the stars faded