The bright child conatins the lesser light
Screech owl did send the fires forth
We sprinkle him with dew from the sacred ground
So that no sword may strike him down
The bright child is a night child
His glory is the night sky
As his heart beats so does the moon shimmer
His eyes shine as the morning star does glimmer
The bright child walks the realm of obscurity
Revels in enchantment of the lesser light
Quietly carves away at the rough ashlar
To form and define the middle pillar