I make this wish for you, starchild, oh daughter of Tempest and Thunder!
May your cradle faintly rock-a-bye even in the wildest, most vicious winds!
May the waters; oceans, rivers and seas, before you, split asunder.
May the heavens shine on you, may you grow a set of wings
and may you spread them and surely take to the skies and soar!
May every soft snow flake clad your dainty toes in beaming white,
and may you grow a lionesse's golden mane and mighty roar!
May every day be warm, every dawn ember, may every night be bright,
May the falling hail turn into pearls inside your rosy little palm!
May all fairy tales come true and may you have a happy "forevermore"!
may the feral imps in the Earth's gut be kept sheepish and calm.
May the big bad wolves grow remorseful, kneel down and guard your door
may tyrrants', villains' and wicked witches' lust for vengeance yield
and may my love be your iron-wrought, silver-gilded impenetrable sheild!