Palldium(Night) - Stoa

In Winter on the corner ridge

A Stranger looked from Godstow bridge

His dream to change into the air

A gleam that played inside his hair

Lifted to the northern sea

A thousand timorous tendrils creep

From Ilium to Palladium

The naked shingles from the rim of Night

His beating wings then tore the sky

A vagrant will sent forth a cry

The midland master of the gates

Unfurled a pounding cloud of sails

A voice of gold to hide a star

A tide of light to carry far

And danger was to tarry here

For never would we stand so near with night