(COLLABORATION BETWEEN FLORIAEN & LADDY'S DAWN)
Sea of sand, wave of golden dust
Worms of light digging in the shadows
A maze of ripple around a sinkhole
Stars in the dirt,
Swallows within a magnet force,
Racing the sunshine to beat the sunset,
Aurora borealis glistening the dunes of time howling calling breathe to those of ancient.
And now, the clock
Is running out of time.
The elder breath
Is like an avalanche
In a boiling sea.
Out of boiling sea arises the Abyss from below now above.
It's swims like a flying dove hereof.
Out of boiling sea arises the
Dead ship from the unknown
And its name is the Laddy's Dawn.
Thus was waiting for the humble Floriaen who has waited centuries for the kindness of words spoken in a Collaboration with an ancient hourglass
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