Father! What have you done?

My sisters, my mares, they're all gone!

The moon has spoken to me, Father.

It is Moonlight that led the clouds you gathered!

Brother! Do you not think I sense your judgment?

You and I came from the same womb, is that not apparent?

Yet I cannot fathom: It is your sun that shines upon their days

And yet it is your warmth that you took out of their embrace.

Here you are, conspiring with the Council

Harming the Children of your Sun by your greedy espousal!

Brethren! You do not understand this new generation of mortals!

This plight only proved them faultless: faithless are the immortals!