The love of the night
Releasing stress and problems
from the makers elves.
His workers linger in their
Shelters until the break of the night.
No more shall they suffer.
No more shall they cry in the night air
Ending comes to a brief mix of light and darkness.
The lamp becomes visible.
But now longing for that it once always had...
Deprived to be transparent to the light of the beholder
Yet now shunned by...
And not called upon...
But now realizing to the existince,
That the light from my lamp
No longer shines through a transparent window,
But an opaque, bleak prison.