O Light what hast thou wrought upon me? In sorrow and in despair I breathe: O Light, what hast thou done? Amid the cacophonies of darkness, yet in that selfsame hour thou didst show me the way; and lo, to that which thou deem’st a great poster of filth was I led.
O dear Light, thou counsel’dst us to gerrymander our bounds;
yet my significant self trembleth to apprise thee: the olden folk have long since fallen.
Now must the Generation of the Six arise and shine.
Prithee, forgive me, for I beseech thee... pass on.
O mighty Light, was such equilibrium needful?
Is there, in troth, a need for aught like unconditional, reciprocal love?
I muse and ponder, looking back upon the meaning of all things,
and behold, I stumble upon a last and furtive way.
O dear Light, remember thyself as radiant... but forget, I pray thee, this insignificant me.
I render thee thanks for the fairest memories thou gavest;
I have overstayed mine welcome.
May we meet again- nya…