What, O Fairy, have you become?
I look up to the sky, and see
The stars shine, with one more of them
And on the ground, one less with me--
There was our joy! Our joy on Earth--
Buried in night, and estranged you,
Alone with night's stars, hides the mirth
While my joy sinks to misery--
You have triumphed! My hopes are far--
Your arduous dream!--Makes my pain;
And when you rise, ordained by stars,
My heart falls, wants to flee away--
What now, my Heart, have I become?
You can rejoice, yet my heart mourns!
Your stars are bright; but I am cold,
And if time turned, I would return,
What, my Soul, have I made confessed?
Am I wicked, to wish your fall?
What guilt! My loathing manifest
In heart and sky, my soul is mauled--
I seek the gentle face at night
Yet see only darkness and specks
Seem small to I, strange, and blurry
So far are the stars' glee to I,
So proud are the fairy queens' might
They move the sky and change the tides
And I, at earth, shrink as lone dreck
Wishing with hate for stars to sink
Down, seeing me, and pity I.
Once we struggled as great stars fought,
And now a new star, you, risen,
So was your dream! Yet for I, naught
Wish'd I be proud, yet soul's rubble
Falling downwards, and heart fissions
Broken, mauled, and alien'd love.
