Rukhmar's Lullaby:
Shadows gather when the raven swallows the day.
Burning sky is extinguished as black wings fold gently about the heavens.
Rest, my children, rest. For even the sun must sleep.
Cool bliss of the raven's grasp envelops all as the sun slowly fades.
Images of the morrow laying intently beside the raven's maw,
He searches for hope everlasting.
Rest, my children, rest. For the morrow will be upon us soon.
Everlasting a search as the raven has,
Hours on hours without pause he searches.
Watching over the nests the raven does,
Making sure no monsters steal hope as they did his.
Rest, my children, rest. Be safe from the monsters of the morrow.
Gently the raven descends,
Wings like lead as the night comes to an end.
The cracking maw gives way to slivers of light,
As the patient raven perches for rest well earnt.
Awaken, my children, awaken. For even the night must sleep.
