Pray a Nail In the Truth of Luminescent Light

I felled my day and lumbered my night So we bowed to the gale that was breaking Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light All mirrored murk in the worldly water lurking How it paled my maiden rounded high So we bowed to the gale that was breaking I turned, as she, our shoulders to sigh Yet she thirteen times left my quarters How it paled my maiden rounded high Godly captains of gold and glory fevers I saddled less and gave a humbled homage Yet she thirteen times left my quarters For I was a man like any of them of age Bereft of worship and less kindled known I saddled less and gave a humbled homage Riot then my night and steal my crown I felled my day and lumbered my night Bereft of worship and less kindled known Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light