Soaring, roaring waves wrack the weakened wood,

the moon sheds her tears as the night trickles by slowly,

the morning sun will mourn when she arrives at the ocean’s graveyard,

crossing paths with the moon, like sad ships in the night,

chasing phantoms to uncharted waters.

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