darkness of eclipse, eyes two stars ashine
no watchmaker wrought hands like these two claws
they flex, the talons seem to cry - this, mine!
he sets thought into motion without pause
brightness of the night, eyes two moons aflame
no blind destiny could shape the ember
of this burning coal, this which cries - speak, name!
she will whisper in their hearts - remember
there stands a man; for love, he will recall
when he is old, he had surrendered all
the woman turns first from the flaming sword,
through her the garden someday is restored
for each a raven, guiding from afar
one like the night aflame, one like a star