Sunny the days
And dark the nights
That mark each mortal's passing bright.
One walks
Fearlessly and alone
Through the storms of the ages
Jovial glint in her eyes forever gone
Only an Immortal seeking to find Truth,
What is Truth, now, O lords?
Since the passing of her love,
All is lost
All is gone for eternity
And yet the One walks on
Searching fruitlessly forever
For some semblance of Truth