To the night sky,
to the god of that midnight,
your velvet raven black robes
studded with soft diamond stars
your silver eye of moonlight,
what does it see?

Does it see secrets
hidden in the depths of midnight?
Does it see tears
from a beautiful rose's cheek?
Does it see the cruelty
of human hatred?
Does it see Death
buried deep in the earth?
Does your cloak sweep over
spirits lost to the flow of time?
Does your wind-torn whisper
warn a lone traveler of
evil deeds to be done only
by your silver lantern light?

Oh, Varuna,
tell me what you knew
tell me what you saw
when you showed this word-weaver
showed this tiny witch your beauty
and spoke of hushed secrets
taken deep to the grave.