I sit inside the Serenwilde
and dream of Mother Moon
my eyes with shining stars are filled
for Father Sun will take them soon
I wish for peace with Glomdoring
of life without the Taint
the elders smile and laugh quite soft
for that would need a saint
This child of dreams is standing here
and wondering who we are
who fight the Taint when they consist
of young ones fighting for parents' dreams
How soon will the fighting stop? I ask
but no one says a word
for everyone knows that we will fight
as long as we can draw our swords