Once the moon leads tide to high
Escape will he who’s name won’t die
Them of wind deliver grief’s key
But even then the stars must flee.
Once the moon brings tide to low
Escape will he who must not know
They of fire with secret held
No more stars should be felled.
Once the moon leads ground to cave
Escape will he who leaned to brave
Those of water riddles kept
The path of faith stars over leapt.
Once the moon brings ground to rise
Escape will he of palest eyes
They of root made themselves unseen
To repay their debt to the star queen.