Silver disc above the sky,

black satin dreams of yesterday,

lift your head with a soundless cry,

sure that tomorrow’s joy will come

with love and hope and ever will,

as crystal shadows pass on by.

Like pieces of a shattered mirror

sent spinning off into the dark,

reflecting back the golden stars,

the gods revealed in the darkened depths,

the shades of yesterday,

as the silver moon casts down her rays,

dark mistress of the night.