A poem of woe in a watery dark.

Drawn to the steed of Ocean Tears
She sat on the back of waves and fears
Holding no bridle of strings nor pearls
She rode to where the darkness unfurls
Be wary my child of water and bone
Be wary my child for the sea calls you home

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Be wary my child, For the Sea calls you home.

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