Row long bow down gold bird flyt.
May your soul fill, light of night.
Walk thy path with thin feel.
May your road be not cold of steel.
Dive out shadow, come with light.
Dark young old secret, let it hide, in morning.
Break wing of pure, then ye know for sure.
thy youth and age carry things, to be seen in palest of light.
loved and cherished by thy night.
where thy dark grows vines of lies and secrets of both young and old.
the veil of night lifted and with it the answers.