O great Lord of Earthen Goats, smile on us.
Tell us tales of broken pride, lest we err.
Immortal Lord of the Goats, smile on us,
And tell us the tale of sleeping Werther.

We see but darkness, for light may not come.
We are lead by chains, and guided by imps.
We hear goats march on the beat of the drum.
We wait for you, Goat Lord, in goat-print crimps.

Herodotus wrote of your golden throne:
We’ll know you not should we see you again,
It will suffice to see you once, alone.
Fate chooses the wise and brave, those will reign.

And we see you in the bright stars at night,
So smile on us hallow’d Goat. Shine your light.

Shuweikh,
May, 2023.