Hope, hither have you forsaken me,
Leaving me weeping under the stars.
Have I not done all what I had to do,
And yet have only come so far.
Wherein lies my destiny, what then is my goal?
Do Arctic Terns lose their way?
Do bears after winter forget their prey?
In peace do warriors lose their blade?
Does a master truly forget his trade?
No heavens blaze for you and me,
Only men may mourn your past.
For beggars both and princes burn,
Only as bright as the pyre they’re cast.