i made a sun
and hung it in my sky
banishing the dark
in favour of something more pleasant
for my ever searching eye

i made a moon
to place above my head
a small silver sphere
i could see from the safety of my bed

i made a world
filled with ever-present hope
a space of comfort
a kind of proud accomplishment
that would help us better cope
with the unmade, and the unreal
that took on flesh inside my mind
three gems of gold and argent and green
with which i was able to bind
every dark and sinister shadow
that threatened to leap forth
are now small, now forgotten, fragile things
that beneath my feet i grind.