A Second Prayer To Kyne Watch me, goddess of storms, when I roam and at rest, As I boldly seek trails, and I slay now in your name, So those blessed by your light, may they pass every test, The knowledge we seek, and unwavering flame, The fear we confront, in the prey that we hunt, Overcome as you guide, and our blades never blunt, We watch for the Hawk, on the grayest of days, Your servants and advocates, trained in the Old Ways.