In twilight’s hush where moon-winds creep,

Hanavari calls forth a deep dark sleep.

With glowing eyes and a whispered gleam,

She bends the veil between the seen and dream.

“By silver coil and starlight free,

By echo’d breath of ancient sea,

I mark thee blessed, not chained by plea

€ : the sign of fortune’s key.”

Thank you @IggyStarflare for the ode to an accountant.

This follows on from the tale below