Mistress of the Light
She rises to a new day, with thoughts of love and uncommon passion
For the one who makes the darkness vanish and sadness cease existence
The light he bears is pure and bright without a hint of void or blackness
Love envelopes burning hearts; but the fire quenched by tears of night
The day becomes the evening and lovers torn from one another
Until the new day enters once again and night is but a bitter memory
She longs for romance daylight brings and detests the coldness of the night
For love knows not the darkness and its suffocating burdens
Time seems slowly walking through the hours before the breaking dawn
When love resumes its course for lonely lovers counting moments passing
The duality of the life she lives conflicting deep within her soul
This mistress of the light of life and wife unto the death of night
