Like he's name say's born in the shadows, he is the Unnamed...


[ In the sea without lees]

Standeth the bird of Hermes

Eating his wings variable

And maketh himself yet full stable

When all his feathers be from him gone

He standeth still here as a stone

Here is now both white and red

And all so the stone to quicken the dead

All and some without fable

Both hard and soft and malleable

Understand now well and right

And thank you God of this sight


The bird of Hermes is my name eating my wings to make me tame.