APHX-1128: Farius

Hey, Sun, the gold net that you've spun?

The beacon that lights my way?

Why in the West,

Do you set Ocean's crest?

You pay no heed when I pray.

And Moon has a stare, an eldritch snare,

To lure a man to the abyss.

The shadows hold spite, in their absence of light.

They'll take us to Hell, naught amiss.

Sun, come back, you keep me on track,

Without you, I'm alone at sea.

It's my boat, the water, and me.

Just my boat, the water, and me...