This is the time
When I write new fates with a pen of fire,
When I cast a spear towards heaven and rearrange the stars,
When I absently hum the last notes of the symphony of night,
When I bring history’s players to the stage for their final bow,
When I end my battles by sighing and remembering,
When I thrill to the song in the hearts of the lovers,
When I gather my rust up into myself
And stumble gladly back into the light