Night, a snake, coils around the fading day
But, seeming confused, the snake does bite its own tail
Now, all that is seen is the blinding darkness
Now, all that is heard is the screaming silence
Now, all that is felt is the fading emptiness
Now, all that is smelt is the odor of nothing
Now, the snake does taste its own venom blood
But, as it devours itself, it does not die
Instead, it is reborn as a dark unbroken being
And, the bitter darkness resides upon its eyes and tongue
Plato states that this being is the perfect animal
And people of West Africa, India, and Scandinavia have praised its power
But, Hidden Poet disagrees with this darkness
Le serpent est le coeur du soir et le coeur de la mort
But, what can he do against the king snake
No one can end the night's reign
Only the One, the Sun, will defeat it
Don't give into the dark pain of the world
The hurting world of night is a misinformed citizen
Who does not know the power of the Light
The Sun will rip the snake's tail out of its mouth
Therefore, the Light can break through the Ouroboros
And one candle will brighten the whole world
But, this conflict cycle will always be
And the Ouroboros will never end
Nor it challenge and succeed the One
Go to bed!
Night will come a bit more peacefully
For the knowledge is known that
The snake uncoils from the emerging day
