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Driftwood-like, my course unknown

Charred by flame, bitten by frost

Soaked by waves, hardened by wind

Scraped from tongues, hushed by ink

Vanquished, not vanished

Sought by living, fueled by death

Utterly pleasant, eternal blame

One man's rest, another one's woe

Onward to the fevered shores

Foaming blood

A canopy of ice and fire

Watches above

And roaming is the traveler

Called by names

And sung of in the halls at home

By the flame