• Dark endless night,
    In which night-brothers hunt,
    Pack-sisters sing,
    And the People slumber soundlessly.

    Crickets sing their songs,
    Long and soft,
    Yet amazingly beautiful,
    Delicateas a flower petal,
    Yet strong as steel.

    Holf-kin run freely,
    Stronger than anything,
    Gentle as a mid-summer's day breeze,
    Both handsome and beautiful at the same time,
    And naturally amazing.