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.