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A final journey to the brink

Of a dying liquid body

Evaporating into the air

Waters sinking into time

An abyss so fathomless

For mighty ships and destroyers

To navigate and cut the waves

With horrible treasures blessed

All the rain in the world

And the mountains of bitter salt

No longer enough to bring life

To the hopes of ancient tales

The light of beacons has dimmed

Noble towers left silently forgotten

Shamans from shores have adjourned

Knowledge discarded as rumour

The old seaman weeps inside

Deep in quiet thoughts

Stroking the grey beard

Diving deeper into the past

He travels behind the curtain

With the crystal gaze of the mind

To once more stand on the deck

Of the bride now resting in peace

Embittered by the memories

Of what proudly used to shine

The seaman lower descends

And drifts further from this world

A talisman of vengeance

Firmly tied around the neck

Mind reaching for higher seas

Old eyes soaring within

Plunging into the blue

To stand with the father of time

Slippery cliffs shining behind

In moon's pale glimmer

Now with the legends sleeping

The tired wanderer has found his home

In sorrowful dreams weeping

Yet a withering hope lives on