Celestial orbs deciding mortals' fates
Through sun and moon are bound to watch alone,
Confused and dazed at acts they can't condone:
Their subjects freely run to ruined states.
Clear skies should guide all ships through any straits;
The lost ones follow them on paths unknown.
Their acts should hold the torch that briefly shone
And stride ahead until black chance abates.
Not helping friends, their hope would starve and die;
With little faith their aid would wither dry.
Without command all queens are brought down low
While brazen subjects do unruly grow,
As none will catch them if they fail to fly
Still webbed in dreams, denied the lighter sky.