My eyes are the well that keep the water in the village,
My body is the wood that sings the wind with its shivers.
I need to prolong the night just this one time,
Will not get through this all for a while.
Witches and wizards roam in the dark, write my fortune with a knife,
Tear the fabric of the sky apart.
They leave before I start, witches and wizards and their telling arts.
Lidless night. Another lidless night.