Time has no house with us
Wretched passing of the Sun
Living outside these walls
Progress bereft and undone

Morning holds no night here
Wicked wake of streaming light
Cutting day elsewhere
Ever exiled sleepless plight

Dusk carries not the dawn
Lonely lover ever lost
Wandering woefully sick
Crushing loneliness embossed

Age devoid of all boon
Evil cycle of the Moon
Standing still amongst thieves
For us, time lost all reprieves