The white sun burns; the room is dim;
the dark girl drifts and dreams within.
Another light burns, whiter far;
it lights the room, invading star.
The dark girl screams, but sound is pale;
the starlight burns, a fiery Hail.
She baulks, refuses, turns her face;
the starlight echoes, Full of grace…
She bows her head; she says, Behold;
she drinks the star; its light is cold.
The star is out; the sun is dim;
the dark girl is lit within.