Algol

Algol Algol, demon, capricious your brightness shifts from day to day - rises, abates, intesifies again, sometimes triumphant and sparkling, sometimes pale and faint. For a long time we've searched with wonder for the key to this mystery, the right element to your eager and changing, queer temperament. Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle: you've got a companion on your journey, like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely. Never have we seen his guise, dark, parches, stiff and cold, but still we know he exists; like ashamed he hides behind you - free and merry you shine - until he once again crawls out of the darkness and covers you. And your glare becomes pallid and dull, and your mind cloudy. Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle: you've got a companion on your journey, like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely. And similars there are - many Algols wanders in the space - maybe even more among us on earth. Sunlight spirits darkened by a shadow, young princes concealed by old slaves, doublesouls, divided creatures - a blissful son of the light indissolubely linked with a bitter dark demon. Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle: you've got a companion on your journey, like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.