In the Wind of Night, Hard-Fallen Incantations Whisper

Between the Fingers the Drops of Tomorrow's Dawn

Curls Upon the Neck, Ribs Upon the Mountain

No One's Footsteps Deep in the Beat of a Butterfly's Wings

Tiny Dewdrop Explosions Crackling Delightfully

Hope in an All-Sufficient Space of Calm

The Hangman's Shadow Fifteen Years On

For You, This Eve, the Wolves Will Be Enchantingly Forsaken