Relish your dark woundings,

prime your pellets

check your powders,

for soon comes the hunter's moon. 

 

Polish your stock,

let your barrel breathe oil,

make slick your cloths' preparations,

practise footfalls of stealth,

for soon comes the hunter's moon. 

 

While fen and forest

sweat and furrow,

while fur frets in the burrow

hold fast your dreams for now,

for soon comes the hunter's moon..