Quench the fires,
Douse the flames,
The night has long
Grown into day.
The world moves on,
No cares in sight,
No beams from the moon,
They left with the night.

Quench the fires,
Douse the flames,
No feelings to quell,
No thoughts to tame.
Left behind
With nothing to lose,
Sometimes it's yourself
Whom you have to choose.

The sun overhead
it shines so bright,
There is no need
For fire light.
So quench the fires,
and douse the flames,
The moonbeams are gone,
And so is the pain.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 785 AF.