A dark crescent moon,

displays itself vainly,

making hunter and huntresses cry.

It forces hooves to abuse the earth,

forces sharp eyes to glow,

as the embers,

in the spitfire of desire.

Forces rivers of life water to flow,

as the cold water of the Styx.

It calls:

ς๏๓є ๏ยt t๏ թlคץ…