Bound to darkness, yet aflame with light, A fallen angel's curse, my soul's plight. Eternal rider, fueled by wrath and night.

I lengthen shadows, I cure all wounds I grow in gardens, I wear down tombs I’m one of four guests at Scarborough Fair As persistent as death, as passive as air

Death, Temperance, Devil, MISSING, Star, Moon.

Each day, I rise, I recede, never fall: lands of earth know my touch, one and all- The wise once saw me as proof, the world is round: for heavens move me, a truth profound.

On my night you’ll visit those you love, bring their favorite foods but share none. You’ll dance and sing their favorite tunes, but they will not listen. You’ll light candles they cannot see, and watch as they glisten.