Whilst the night was cold, and the darkness seeped past the light,
to think that the light of the mighty sun, could be blocked by the measly earth.
Shining in this night stood the Moon and the Stars, the stars too far to be reached,
and the moon only a stolen facade. To this metaphor Phil finds himself stuck in his, in this, eternal night.
The sorrow was the cold, and the Sun had been Dan. The stars were his family,
the moon his friends. To this point it ends, for the sun had been snuffed, by nothing but a measly speck. Like the earth is nothing to the sun, the disease was nothing to Dan, not until it had snuffed out his light.
Guided by moonlight, to continue his search for life, Phil lost his path, without the light. And as he knew that the star that he had lost, none could replace, its all-mighty lust. For that star shone bright, far brighter than the rest; nothing could cede, him from its lure.
So now that he knows, that his Sun had been snuffed, he finds himself wishing, that he could snuff himself.