Dark is the night where fell stars rise,

  and comets drift still through the skies,

  while sirens now on black rocks sing

  an elegy for fallen kings

  My soul was lost, all dreams were dead

  My heart forlorn, with tears unshed.

  A pale light called my soul to sleep,

  A darkness came, my dreams to keep.

  I cast my gaze into the night,

  and felt the cold of winter's bite;

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  I had a dream upon that strand

  of light and shadow, hand-in-hand.

  She sang a song of radiant light,

  on that far shore, now burning bright,

  and drew me up from my own grave,

  a light now came, my soul to save.

  Song of my heart, my heart is lost,

  caught now in silence, Winter's frost,

  But I remain, for I am blest,

  to see that light come from the West:

  A gentle dream forevermore,

  a dancing hope on that far shore,

  a light on water, shimmering,

  the moon and stars, now glimmering