Lunar Poem

Silver fading fast of midnight bliss the starry twinklings peering through the mist hearken all the baleful tidings along come the scavenged ridings along come the fearless storm broken from the seal of worms it is death in its serpent night riding along the pale moonlight but the sky is not its kingdom for long trumpet the hounds with their hunting song the pace is quick and jagged yet on with the chase, cast the lunar net o' how the starry fires burn bright to light the sight of the hounds' swift might so the death of nightly fear is caught and a sweet sleep can be had, the kind we sought