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Description of the ocean and what we do to her |
| Oh! Mother of the sacred Earth Giver and maker of death and birth Alchemically bonded maker of our blood Dancing at the frothy foam : creation of Wyrmwood Moon chains of silver thread braided to a chord Strum the Rhythm to the Tides, tow the sea you've moored Wave that breaks upon the shore,tarries not toward home Sowing signs of worlds singing to the shores at twi'lit gloam Pass along signs of your endurance and your might Your children claim, your billowed storm,blown in thunderlight Twirl and swirl the Prince as well, time the torpor of the swell Listen to the ringing knell of a bellowing hurricane from Hell Shown to all who listen to the peace within your garden |