O’ can you not see me, your speckled light?
Your great Sun was I in all my glory.
Your Lunar my shield in size before me.
O’ can you see me: I became the night.
No longer your only Sun burning so bright!
I pledged myself unto me for me.
Shades of night casting doubt on your story.
No longer warbling in light for vain glory:
For I take my praising tongue and bite!