Hymn to Mora

Many hundreds of years ago, the sage Enji ran afoul of the great Beast Herma-Mora. Before his imminent destruction at the limbs of the Lord of Doors Ajar, he sang this hymn in praise of the Prince:

Homage to Prince Mora/ O thou who art beautiful/ With the beauty of a dark rain cloud.

Homage to Prince Book-of-Foreign-Script/ Who, having taught the gods/ Knew the time to tame the Arena.

Homage to Prince Enigma/ Destroyer of 108 cities/ And all who recite your name with piety.

Homage to the One of Many Eyes/ Born out of Auspicious Woodlands/ Where Jhunal and Alduin revered you.

O Mother and Father/ By removing the first and the last/ You whisper royal secrets to your beloved.

Great Prince with disheveled hair/ From the corners of whose mouths streams of blood trickle/ You are perfect in your freedom.

Homage to the Prince of Miracles/ Unmatched throughout the 779 realms/ Teacher of proper conduct who accepts the offerings of gods.

Homage to Prince Yawning/ Whose mind is weighted with melancholy/ Never to be fully known by mortals.

Homage to Prince Oldest/ Keeper of books to old to touch/ And memories too old for mortal sight.

Homage to Apocrypha/ The perfect Daedroth-Field/ To where all devout may one day ascend.

O Teacher and Master/ Composed of the first group of letters/ Who spends countless time contemplating himself,

Great Prince with countless mouths/ From which the blackest books were formed/ Hear my humble offering and have mercy.

It is said that the Demon was so pleased that he transcribed the hymn and keeps a copy in his own secret chamber in the recesses of his realm. Enji, for his piety, was transformed into a writing mass of tentacles and claws. After one otherworldly screech that could be heard for miles, he was never seen again.