The mute, the blind, and the love blinded

The sun sits high on his golden throne

Sky high and far above

And there he sits as always

Grieving for his love

No one would be saying aloud

Centuries, though, might pass

That Elene fair and her lover

Deserve their broken heart

Alas, Alas the sun is nothing

For Elene's dreaming eyes

Alas for all her charmed beauty

Her innocence unable to cry

Always beside Elene, sat

Jonathan mute and detached

Full of love he was for her

In frustration, he was racked

"Dost thou have no voices?" she cried

Then joyously, "Art thou the sun?

"Still no matter whom thou art

Let reality run"

And there they sit everyday since

Unaware of the sun's glare

All the while he rages and raves

Intend to get his fare

"Scythe of mine, reap his heart

Rays of mine sear his bones

Burn the blood, satisfy your thirst

And leave him lay alone!"

"Alas, have I no merits this life

Out of the pure love

Dire and hate sprang forth

My life ends without Hope"

"Here is the steady warmth

But, where is the sun?

He who's always beside me

But is he the one?"

"Not the sun after all

I shall be alone tonight

Even if he's not the sun

He's my love, my life, and my light"

The sun was wretched about

His sinful deeds

Even now, her love not his

And him against his creed

Of which, he need not in the least

For who would have judged

Which of these true lovers

And held no grudge?