All through the longest night
Huntress moon,
your skin so soft and pale
against my dark-filled throat;
my fur and nails and nose,
so open to all threats,
all killing and all feeding sounds,
that fill this nightmare wood.
Protector moon,
your light now seeking me
and keeping me alive;
now telling me
there is no need to hide in fear;
that you will see me safe,
all through the longest night.