I once let a sister show me
How my light was dark,
My dark was light,
My god and bridegroom monstrous fright,
My forbidden things a helpful lark.
I lit the candle she called truth.
It melted and its tallow fell.
It burned my lord as hot as hell.
He woke and banished me
Now how can I be free?
Will love's lord ever have me back?
All I hold is a smoking candle,
This darkness more than I can handle.
Because of "truth" I lack.