Wobbling Araba

Lore

Listen close, for Araba comes When the moon hangs in the sky When you lie awake at night Strain your ears, but hush, don't cry For that chittering, quivering sound Is just you shivering in bed It's the whooshing sound of wings up high That should fill your heart with dread Sleep quickly for its shadowed form Will on your windowsill alight And prick you with its needled wings To lull you to a dreamless night —From a lullaby passed down in an elven village