The Sun, The Moon and The Stars
The Thestral Mother,
Caged behind empty bars.
Oh! How she longs for freedom
A free flight into her own kingdom
A kingdom of yonder and space baubles
An endless universe of flying cats and
Giant lit marbles.

The Thestral Mother watches on
What is dead cannot Die
Wings of night and a beak that never lies
Is this the price one has to pay?
For a life to never say
A lie, a folly, a myth, a nay
Oh! Thestral Mother your beak stings like a bee.