I'm unaccustomed to the silence
His pipes no longer play the songs of youth.
Phantom pains awaken
in the place my heart was meant to be
to mock the emptiness that is my purpose here.
I was the embodiment of night
the reconciliation of previous mischiefs
He was the embodiment of day
Inspiration of hapiness
What becomes of the world when the sun no longer
Must I reside in the emptiness
Must I exist without my counterpart
Why did I desire your demise over our divine purpose
to balance the good and evil of life
I thought you would live forever.