(Words by Countess Axylides, tune by Zander Nyrond)
(Inspired by the Hed novels of Patricia McKillip)

Dark harp, dark crystal, music filled with pain,
Strings spun from terror in the deep.
This is the music that all the world must hear,
This is the harpist in the wind.

Dark sword, blade broken, lightning bound and true,
Edges that grief may ever spoil.
These are the hands that make music now of death,
This is the harpist in the wind.

These are the stars that shape riddles in the dark,
These are the marks that unshape flesh.
This is the riddle that the High One would not tell,
For he is the Harpist in the Wind.