let there be light,
even in the furnace of hell,
let there be a gracious light,
in heaven,
let their be light to send the demons to go home,
now only pink blossom tears now litter our faces,
dripping down like waterfalls,
for the ocean is turning black,
no light left,
even fishes turning away finding themselves at shore,
this mighty woman,
that played the role of a sea creature,
the queen,
now dying,
mermaids, crabs, jelly fish,
crawling out at the spectacle that is arising,
or rather drowning,
we will worship the moon now they say,
we will now worship only the moon,
until another Mother comes out of the darkness,