Tonight i am a heavenly traveler
And sojourn my wandering thoughts
In the abode of these wonderfull
They sparks in beautiful hue, layover
is a sadly blue.
Amid is the queen of the hall,
together they are a lovely sprite
of heavenly lights and shade.
Now the queen bids her final bow
as she march down to the west of
the hall, and the lustres fall behind.
Now the sky is nothing but an