Dead of night gift blithe,

Yet they ask of me to love absolute of days

I venture to love only the night!

For I hold no passion for the sun  

The dreadful charms, hold me hostage

Superficial creature crown deceit

 

 If thought to be the living, care no more for me

I’m wandering these woods in search of obscure lives

 

I hunt no humans nor Gods from above

Famished of love from what is mine

What is the world to know if I seek the sun or the moon?

I have yet to vow my alliances - quite treacherous

 

Devotion of mine for nights is endless as the sea

Whoever is to say, I’m to love only angels?

 

 

- Khione