The song of the sea whispers in the night
A melody of death and despair
For the ocean might shine as a glorious sight
But its waves are made of unanswered prayers
The water glitters like a thousand jewels
Sapphires that are tears of countless lovers
Who hoped to heaven like such human fools
But the sea never returns the souls it covers
One day it is gentle as a loving maid
And other times a bloodlust emerges
Those that crease its surface on crusade
Are at the mercy of fickle surges
So all who brave the crystalline waves
Cross your chest and quietly pray
For the sea, on a whim, can be your graves
And in the blackened depths your limbs decay.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Sea Song
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