Gilded Bay Footprints in the sand

down the warm sands, wind carried a sung whisper;

lichle grrl, lichle grrl, donchu lie, tchu mi,

tchell mi vere, 

didju sleep, 

laest night,

which grew, along with a cloaked pale shape, to heard words;

in th, paens, in th' paens,

vere th' sun, naever shines,

ve'll shiverrr, 

th' vhole, 

night tchruuu~

and at the highest note - a woofed howl.