Lugua

The purest sun

Shines in the eternal night

In a place of humility

For lost souls.

This crown is not sovereign

It is a symbol of the will

Of our hearts

To the world.

In unison, their hearts beat

With joy and sadness

Of acceptance and despair

With hope.

All the stars were swallowed

By pure darkness

Yet, with infinite feelings

An eternal tree was born

From hell to heaven

Of light and shadow.