Damn it all, it makes no sense.
I feel as cold as night. The dragon matters not to me.
Beast? Oghma? Selûne? I find it hard to prey but I think I must.
Selûne? I must know if you protect me. Next full moon I ask, the first of the halt that be consumed, make glow.
And to whichever of you read my thoughts, you'd have found out one way or another my affliction.