Descending December the sun fades to its last burning ember distant days of August we vaguely remember with food running low from the harvests in September can we hunt enough to feed each and every member
how many will we lose within our little commune and to think there's still two months until the Hunger Moon
Magnificent May I ask for you and begin to pray bring to us your warmth and lengthen the day for I fear we can no longer survive in this way we've already lost great numbers leaving my people in dismay
The howls roll in from the hills and I feel like a complete buffoon did I truly believe this prayer could hold off the Wolf's Moon