Come sailors, come sailors, honest and true
Off to sail the oceans of crystalline blue
An ocean as vast as all creation
Ignorant of troubles to arrive in manifestation
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The umbrage of time, cast upon the old man's face.
Memories of youth so near and dear, shared with any willing ear.
Stories flow like drivel from the mouth, never ceasing to a drouth
Time goes on....
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While the Owls turn their head with quick disdain, the black horses of insurrection march to their malicious beat.
With their resolutions made steadfast, forged from the furnace of malice and malcontent,
the fire lashes out and scorches the hand of opposition.
As the masses swell, the ravenous sea howls!
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Persephone's Lament
Summer yearns no greater than now for Persephone, calling from it's muffled frozen prisons, it says,
'First Born, rest gently in Hell's infernal summer blaze', while your flowers are glazed with winters first frost. Incestuously snatched up, like the warm days from her high perch. Impatiently awaiting her return. Alas, wait my child, my wild nights, visions of impetuous delights. I will seek for you no further to where the sun descends, or until my impassioned plans come to sudden end.