As dusk fall, Moon set on course,
Luminous and round.
Over all cast silver ray,
Touch rock and tree and ground.
Strike Gnaash face as gaze at sky
With no a single sound.
Now a lonely star appear
And twinkle at the Moon,
"Soft my dear, soft my dear,
Night is coming soon."
But not for night Moon travel.
Not for darkness swoon.
From beach, Gnaash watch
As pale moon rise
Through the breach,
The purple skies,
The deep horizon left behind,
Sea ahead. (As the gull flies.)
Here the ocean leaves its bed
To frolic with the moon.
Rising waves with foam on head
Crash in merry tune,
"Silver Lady lift us up!
To dance, we ask, to croon!"
Casting off Moon silver veil
Bright white She now appear.
On the sea,
The wine-dark Sea,
Reflected crystal clear.
The wave and moon reflection
Mingle with caresses dear.
Then Gnaash see Moon sink low
And dip into the Sea.
Over shoulder, sun peak out
In curiosity.
"Moon has gone beneath the wave
To slumber peacefully."
Day will come,
Day will go,
Night will enter in.
Where moon and ocean join as one
Is where Gnaash life begin.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Daedalan, in the year 415 AF.