I glided through the chill, mountain air. It was good to have the wind in my wings again and the height afforded me a view of my new home. It was lovely, built for secrecy and healing. I took a deep breath, there was Aether in the air here. My voice gained new strength that it had not known for some time and I began to sing.
High in the stony mountain
Above the silver lake
There sits a hidden haven
Where beams of moonlight wake
The leather-winged bats
And the lithe mountain cats
Where you'll find countless measures
Of the simple kind of treasures
Come away, oh, Wynged child
To the Old Mount and the wild
Take the stars into your hand
For the world's more full of sorrow
Than you can understand
Where the silver starlight dances
On patches of white snow
And eagles cast their glances
On valleys down below
Veiled in clouds of white
Is our citadel of light
Where the moonbeams on the highlands
Turns the cold ice to diamonds
Across the hills we glide
While the mountain brook babbles
Far away from the world's troubles
While we the winds do ride
Come away, oh, Wynged child
To the Old Mount and the wild
Take the stars into your hand
For the world's more full of sorrow
Than you can understand
Where the wandering breezes whisper
Of places they have been
And the air grows cold and crisper
Against your dampened skin
As you swoop among the clouds
Chasing the shooting stars
With freedom in your wings
While the fog below shrouds
From the people in their cars
The joy that flight brings
Come away, oh, Wynged child
To the Old Mount and the wild
Take the stars into your hand
For the world's more full of sorrow
Than you can understand
