Of the Moon-Beasts

The Moon-Beasts, the ones-who-change,

they are the Oldest of all,

before my Father

they roamed the lands.

Tarry not in the path of them,

Avoid them, they are set upon us

like wolves in the sheepfold.

For we are of one kind,

and they another.

Beware their sacred ground,

walk softly through their wilderness.

Their bite is as our bite,

Their claws are as our claws

Tarry not in the path of them,

they are of one kind,