Will your wrath stop any time soon?
Else I will speak to the queen of the moon.
And if you touch my second sun,
I will try so hard to you not to come.

Will you show me what’s on the other side?
For I value the tears that I’ve cried.
Do people meet you time and again,
Or do they all have different names?

A day will come when I’ll see your dreaded face,
Which exists in neither time nor space.
I will come when you call me, my dearest friend,
But I sure do hope you’re not the end.