Day's terrified to lose her last bright features,
Seeing the night spread darkness overhead.
Small creatures dare not close their eyes for slumber.
The sick and weak ail even more in bed.
Then evil men can freely do their worst
Who'd have the cover of darkness last all year.
Not I who am tormented as no other
Yet do no harm. I long for daylight clear.
I do no harm, and yet do worse than murder
A thousand guiltless men for ruthless fun:
I summon all my powers for self-betrayal
And do not count on clemency from dawn.
No, every night I blast my brain concocting
Treasonous plots planned out for all day long.
No fear of d**h or dungeon life deter me
From visiting against myself such wrong.
Beauty of Prudence: I know it's my doing
That love's tight noose has twisted around me.
Straight is the path I take without delay
To end, unless your mercy set me free.