From the Records of Gonesth.
Tharama's Poem
The people hast gathered kneeling before thee,
They shouted: O Goddess of the moon, hear us pray.
Then lightning had thundered and split the sea,
Have mercy our goddess, for we obey.
The goddess listened and replied with grace,
O do not fear me, my children, abide.
Then a monster's scream shook the very place,
And the mortals rose, they fought by her side.
So the goddess, moved, bestowed them her pay,
A power none shall ever command.
Take this gift from mine hand, she softly say,
A strange and boundless light across the land.
The moon then dimmed, the goddess slipped from sight,
Yet something in their hearts glowed—a mysterious light.