How do we live in such darkness
we huddle and scuttle and glide and hide.
We gather to make light
We prepare to fight fiercely
Training with sharpened bones in hand
again the move to disembowel
again the move to paralyze
again the move to instantly kill.

It comes in turn and turn about
Epochal nights follow
Generation days
What has grown withers without care
Celebration turned to lethargy and waste
But now we must hunt through the night’s watches
Keep our seeds dry
And tell our children stories of the dawn.