For night will come and day to follow
Or on contrary
For all we know that makes us hollow
Reposes the beautiful beast
It is as deep as the ocean
Incongruously moaning
Seeking tranquility and ease
For all we know, it was never hollow
Its lost in its beast
To think of what will become at the very least
For surely the deep oceans are never at ease nor easy
There lies a scale
It truly is a beautiful beast
The scale that reflects the light and dark
The moon and the sun
The night and day
The key to tranquility
For the beast,
Is neither good nor bad,
Just lost and obscured
Nor perceive itself to have the scale
To attain equability and equitability
It is a balanced beautiful beast
