Shadows falls upon the world
And people huddle close together
Bonfires burn to light the fold
And people sing songs to weather

The coming dark, the quiet night
The time of horror and terror
The whispers that give us fright
So we sing to realise our error

For though the night is cold and dark
And constantly fraught with perils
The songs we sing are strong and stark
As we render all fears sterile

So fan the flames and sing out loud
The night is dark but we stand proud

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Mayan, in the year 611 AF.