Here I stand
upon Antedum's shores
dark night
clinging to my skin
blessed night
blessed night
with a pale
newly full moon
caressing my skin
with gentle fingers of light

Ah, Moon,
   even in this most barren of lands
you lift my spirit
freely you give strength to me
that when the winds desert me
I might drink
your essance
and be lifted upon wings half drempt, 
and half remembered.