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I've been told of a cimmerian tale
As I thrilled and shivered from her eyes
The wind blew an ever frosty gale
Freezing tears tasted in frantic cries
Trying on a smile angular from the shade
Tide as the Night maiden's gleaming blade
Waves ebbing to the last seashell buried deep
Among colored sands still flowing in gentle sleep
Becoming when I was running with her stride
As the butterfly among moths wanting to hide.

Wisdom is cast upon the black sea
Shedding light from her ancient home
As her hair rippled with the eastern wind
I kneel before this wonderous dream
Temper gentle and conscience meek
The sun is her cloak, emerald trees her pin
She only sees the stares so keen
The truest of song, the lyrical poems

Ne'er had I imagined the maiden so fair
Bluish tears upon the autumn sky
Alas so free as a flyaway kite
Kissing the beings that turn away
Asking them for the answers that keep one awake
Soft prayers uttered to herself at night
Still breathing in the morning light
She is again asleep for the other day.