The voice of a choir, echoes unto me   With resplendence, a passage of moonlight   Trickles slowly across the forest floor   Through many branches, reaching out to the stars   I gaze, I wander through the vastness   Of the nightshade, desiring nothing   A journey of darkening begins   Immersed pleasures must cease   For bearers behold   Our divine descent hath turned   And the retrieval of purity   Within my heart shall become