How

How a hand that held, hits

How a kind mouth becomes a beast

How a humane face apes

How both Heaven and Hell

How

Night's Stair

On Night’s stair, I look back toward the Light.

Sent away
Without candle
Without her
The worst punishment

And all my apologies on every treacherous step.

"Timshel--thou mayest"

Might with might is missed.