Little light, little blight 

kept in guard, spilled, but slight

ground quakes, forgiven shakes

the sound, the curtain fight

They know not, they see not

they run not, the still knot’s

forgive shakes, the ground quakes,

enemy, friend, enemy again

Morose corrosion, fill the glass

slight the hand til’ darkness pass

escape with blood, but never life

the little blight becoming light

and so, here we are again