Girl

Arise! Shame the envious dark moon

You who have new reasons to swoon You have been sickly and green

Now, cut off the poisonous gangrene

It may be happening all too soon

But you have today eleven till noon

The only time to use the magic Rune

The midnight sun is at the zenith of June

New hearts will rise from being strewn

From where their love have laid in ruins

Like a butterfly emerges from a cocoon

Weigh anchor to behold your love's boon