Once a month our sky changes it’s way
The moon vanishes for 3 days and 3 nights 
It slips behind sheets of blue and black
The darkest stretch of the heavenly cycle 
It calls to us 

Jonah struggled in the belly of the whale 
Beowulf sank to the pits of the lake 
For 3 days and 3 nights they did not give up 
They rose again from the deep 
Can I be as brave?

Tears drip knowing those I love will enter this struggle 
Yet my belly decides to never give up
Not to darkness that sheds light on noble resolve 
I shall fight for 3 days and 3 nights 
I will