To Where will they go,
This is a secret no beast may know.

Plundering murdering vulping thieves,
Who blend with stone,
Or Meld with leaves.
See the pale eyes and swirling cloak,
Appear like a nightmare,
Vanish like smoke.
What steals upon the silent air,
Gleaming fangs, mottled fur,
A deadly drik lying there.
Nobeast living can hide from thee,
O thou who treads invisibly,
Cross hill and vale, throught woods and rocks.
quit

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 242 AF.