Harii’s Moon

Dogs bark at many things in the night
Settle thyself, feel not fright
Only beware the Harii’s moon
A night of sacrifice and doom
When no moon shines at night
The ghosts come out to fight
No territory is too deep
The dead travel not on feet
Riders of the storm wind’s call
On such nights dynasties fall
In shadow sheathed and revealed
Blackened fury by forest concealed
The first strike a whispering storm
The second strike ghosts now form
The third strike thunder’s roar
Hunter’s fury, storm winds soar
Upon great oak in High One’s name
Inverted headless bodies hang
Dogs bark at many things in the night
Settle thyself feel not fright
Only beware the Harii’s moon
In silent darkness hides your doom