Mornings welcome violet light shines
Ever present love
Lasting through the chilly night and
Over clouds above
Death awaits for those who say
You’re not worthy enough for
Magic that the night beholds
Oh you must have it rough
Then out of night, and shining bright
Emerges such a beast
And though it’s through, you cannot do
Barely anything at least
But through this everlasting night
Emerged you, quite
Deceased