Not a moon of yellow light

but one that shimmers through the night

A child of no one's loin was born

unknown by clan, in a strange land.



Silver flowing was the hair 

eyes of malachite, was the stare.

An aura of light surrounds the form

of the child of no on's loin.



Then came a passing in the night

of a man with darker light

he caught the sight of malachite

and thought he'd have that one tonight.



But Sylive had an inner sight

that warned her that he was not right

So with the inner strenght to fight

She sent him off into the night.



Now cunning as he was that night

he came again in a different light

But Sylive was not to be beswayed

She stood her ground and was not afraid.



She called upon the full moon bright

and sent him to an unholy ground.

Now if you venture in the night

don't cross the one that is earthbound.



Shadoni