Quiet fills my soul, no longer grief is king
Peacefulness shall give me wings
Upon which to fly among the stars, my whole
World composed of glistening, twinkling light.
And above all the quiet and peace is the moon
With its pale and loving, ever calling gloom.
Quiet pools in my lungs, I lay withen its coffin, still
Asleep withen the Quiet up upon the hill
Deep under its ashes, blackened with the soot
Breathing slow and steady, feet against the wood
And reflecting in the pools, dripping in my lungs
The pale and loving moon light, like a toxic drug.
Quiet drowns me, no longer I breathe death
But fight against its bonds to draw another breath
And fill my lungs with ashes, no more reflecting light
Banish the moon from withen me, no more eternal night.
But deep withen the ashes, soaked into the dust
The moon light, pale and full of love so dangerous, wast
Quiet silences my hunger, taking away the pain
And brings me to the kitchen to bake once again
So now indeed I bake, a trade in which I am well versed
But I do not eat my goods, with moonlight they are cursed
Indeed laced with cruel, sweetened moonlight,
Each and every pastry, can you see the specks of white?
Quiet shall be here, an anchor for my weary soul
But it shall not be needed forever, happiness is the goal
So I am grateful now for its tender strong support
And grateful more I am for support from the heavenly court
And banished from the heavens, never to return
Is the sickly pale love of the moon, hell it has earned.