A huge sea, far as the eye can see.
Emotions, ever-changing, come in tides.
The night, a cruel mistress, by our laws doth not abide.
You travel swiftly, quiet as could be.
Tell her your joys, tell her your sorrows,
Though she cannot but listen, make her your salvation.
Your story , it will reach a culmination
Tonight.
The cries of pain and anguish shall be heard, the joyful glee, t'll be shared.
Sing, dance, seethe, writhe,
Poor little lamb
Your angel of protection, your
holy light, how she will ravish in the throes of your despair.
Pale in the face, defenceless, eyes a shade of red, you'll be devoured, for one dare not love the Moon.
The waves your bones will swallow,
The coast, it will remain the same.
Emotion gone, the self amiss.
Goodnight, my lamb,
Sweet everlasting dreams.
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