Moments after day,
Softly comes the night.
Clouds now go away,
Giving us back sight.

Long live the wise,
They walk the path less known.
Experience is their prize,
The children of the Crone.

Rays of silver and gold,
Entwined with love so bright.
This beam of dreams untold,
Defining wrong and right.

Strength to the bold,
The ones who strike down fear
Growth of love untold,
Verthandi is always here.

May energy guide the child,
A future young and new.
Living life so wild,
May Skuld watch over you.

Our Lady far above,
Of justice and of might.
Her children know Her love,
By walking in Her light.

Leafwalker, Zekk Danial Drake

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Lupar, in the year 419 AF.