The following poem is part of one of the most famous legends of the elven Mène'téka (the "Books of Heroic Mythology"). It is spoken by the elf Aorn to his Goddess Avá and was interpreted in many different, contradictory ways during the centuries. Though the poem expresses a very untypical doubt of Aorn towards the existence of his creator and ends with an irritating and unnerving passage it is generally believed that the poem whatsoever is proof for deep religious feelings of Aorn.

Oh my Mistress!
The storm breaks through this asking window,
clutching shutters, slams them aloud for keeping still;
far off I hear his grumbling as he wanders upon my willows,
and know for sure, he’ll strike again – and yes, he will.

Whence did he come, this neither friend nor foe of yours?
Who was the stranger, unleashing his forsaken might?
The sky grows darker, still my mind thinks even worse,
and my writing hand is all consumed by night.

Oh my dearest Mistress!
Why didst Thou let the traitor’s voice so loose?
Why must a distant howl grow more close and fierce?
Too long I’ve been sleeping, now woke up confused,
only to await what windy blades shall pierce?

Mistress!
In the end is this myth so true,
that Thou art not here nor there?
That Thought, Belief, Worship, say: Truth
are just virtues the elf himself must bear?
Say: Is it all so true?
That sufferings Thou wouldst not hear
and even faithful voices – dear! –
Thou hast never deemed...
Storm, he's creeping outside my window,
thus all the time I’ve ever been.

Oh my Mistress!
I know.
I do know:
Thy Helpfulness, Thy Confidence,
Thy Mightiness and Providence
– don’t persist.

But oh my Mistress!
Why are Thou
– not either?