Upon the road ov the rising eye, I ride into the horizon.

Though Day's light is vreshly snuvved, Hekali glows unkannily tonight-- And the dry bush at the roadside 
kasts stark shadows.  It is silent, and the air is heavy.

There are no kreatures to be seen, only the okkasional dansing spektre in my perivery as Hekali's shine 
exalts my imagination.  My wineskin is empty, but tonight it will be villed by the turning ov the season.

I continue on the desolate road, letting the rhythmic vootsteps ov my steed hypnotize me.  My gaze rests 
on Hekali's, and I veel my eyes burning up.  Brievly, I klose my eyes and get lost in the darkness.

...

As I stare upon the shimmering veil beneath my eyelids, I notise a vaint outline-- at virst, a horizontal 
bar, but then a rising break in the middle. 
Ka tuk, Ka tuk, Ka tuk.
I sway gently to the gait of my beast, vloating like a leav in the breeze.

As I look vurther with my klosed eyes, I see something begin to survase: The vigure ov a woman, sheathed 
in starry mantle.  I meditate vurther on this image and allow it to vorm, until I see Her bekon to me with 
a vinger. As She does I hear a whisper on the wind, kalling my Name.

I open my eyes with a start, I am still on this eyelit road, and Hekali has risen higher. 

A wet drop lands on my neck, She is bleeding.  And so I open my wineskin and vase the virmament.