Yearning, this child of the night,
Seeks adventure in the dark.
A Hunter’s Moon gives him no fright,
Nor does the wolf’s howling bark.
Midnight’s moonlight guides the way
Towards destiny and fate.
One mustn’t waiver or delay
Or ask of one’s fate to wait.
How happy is the moon child!
To the night he does belong.
Youth can be untamed and wild
When the hunter’s moon shines strong.