An Ethereal Desolation

Pray tell, thou incandescence, can it fix my soul?

Can it speak to inquiry whilst healing grievance?

Mock not with thou stare, but comfort me.

Awaken, luminous point, and restore my valor

For fear hath lead me astray.

Elucidate my existence;

Explicate it with thou celestial presence.

Oh, what consolence in place of solace!

What condolence to my commiseration!

Thou quintessence is all I need.