Odara's poem
The black birds sat on a branch,
Each one watching the ground,
They watched the spirits clothed in gold,
They watched the children with tainted souls,
They watched the gathering of spirits of old,
They watched the gathering of the night.
Night descended, and the day hid,
Eyes closed as doors did,
The spirits gathered,
Each for his need,
Hail, all glory to the night king.
Spirits danced,
Spirits fed,
Spirits sat,
Spirits stood.
The birds watched,
And their eyes fell,
Fell for the glory of the night,
The king and his tribe
Sightless bird took flight,
Each one with a tune escaping it beak,
"Hail, all glory to the night king"
They sang and sang,
In death as in life,
"Hail, all glory to the night king"
