Skoll the Fisherman
Weary upon his bones
Veins tight, with his silver tongue
Aching beyond his tone
Hati the moonlight sky
Beautiful as the daylight
She watches over the earth
Brings sleep in the late nights
Skoll slumbers on dock
Waiting for a fish to bite
Beautiful Hati descends down
Drawn from his sunlight
She sings for her muse
Her voice soft as a lyre
Her lips touching his ears
Sings low while he slumbers
Hati ascends to the sky
As her voice slowly dies
Every time Skoll wakes up
He misses his entire bite
Oh, Skoll the fisherman.