"High into the evening sky I had flown,
over the land of the Never Known.
Borne on the swift wings of my grey, racing bat;
the best of a race of racing bats that
my people have had before the beginning of time.
The joy of flying on these bats is really sublime.
Far into the evening sky I had flown,
out over the edge of the Never Known,
where high above the highest hill
I was caught by the Lord of the Winter Chill.
I was carried away on his untamed steed
over your land of thought and deed.
The constant cold of the bitter blast,
numbed Winter's hand until at last,
free, I fell like a falling star,
into your land of things that are."
