A World Without a Sun

O even in its daily rise
This world cannot believe.
A night eternal reigns down here.
In darkness it must grieve.

No golden ray is cast down here
Nor e'en a silver stream.
A blund'ring trip 'long light less lanes,
No glimmer nor a gleam.

A castoff river runs below
A solid roof so cold.
Where skitter many tiny feet
In numbers yet untold.

Somewhere, a slith'ring serpent runs.
I know not far or near.
For in this underworld so dark
There's not a thing that's clear.