On a street corner in Paris,
While everyone was sleeping,
A shadow prowled the rooftops,
A little feline out for a midnight stroll,
Nonchalantly vanishing into the night.
I am alone this night,
underneath the starlit sky,
Nothing but the stars to comfort me.
I raise my head in homage to the moon,
And my song shatters the silence.
It is a bitter song.
A somg about grief and loss,
Her pale saphire eyes still with me after so long.
A song of betrayal,
The white snow stained red.
A song about failure,
I am a banished prince,
Humbled and broken.