Mesonycticon

In Splendoribus Sanctorum, ex utero, ante luciferum, genui te

Upon the water, with only sails and without Moon
The angelic being of shades has erased the horizon
So there is only abyssal dark, Mother of the Infinite
Carried in the centre of daughter Night

Angels never come when you call for them

But only the creaking wood, and then the void [...]