My mind mutters of madness.
It is the moon I fear.
Slave to her, I walk for her,
Moved by her potent fear.

When in her sightless shadows
Feeble and weak I grow.
Devils and maggots hover,
Oppress and fright me so.

But in her full emotion
I wildly rush about.
Foolhardy steps and strange ones
I take, and wander out.

Sun, I do never heed you.
Stars, you take not my part,
For when my lady moon shines
I feel her in my heart.