The day breaks beyond the hill in the far east,
Wind blows fast through trees and valleys again.
What is it that you think is the most least?
The love I have is the one I defend:
The fairest creature is of beauty,
The darkest creature is of living hell.
Eyes so sharp and hair flowing like the sea,
So will you as let it out of its cell.
Fairest creature will save us all with love,
Darkest creature will kill us all with hate.
Wings so white and strong will fly like the dove,
Wings so black and strong will tell thee of fate.
So decide which to choose is the most least,
But choose wisely thou do not know the beast.