Awaken in a pool of blinding light
Beneath two gazes — blue and static black.
The malice petrifying you takes flight,
Your limbs restored to pre-Pitou attack.
Now curses feast no longer on your soul
And memories stay murky as they should,
You'll suffer from another sort of hole
When Mr. Moon bids fare thee well for good.
Ablaze with two new phases unforeseen,
He sinks past the horizon with due haste.
Your heart feels like it's been through God's machine
That spits out valves and cockles as mere waste.
Revival is a mix of sweet and strained;
You've had to forfeit everything once gained.