There was a sailor lost at sea, riding

The waves of uncertainty and doubt in

Tenebrous and terrifying weather.

His eyes were weary and’s ears couldn’t hear,

He tasted nought but the bitter ocean,

Yet the love of his soul kept him afloat.

Cast out of his home, in search of sweet peace,

He was thrown to the harsh tides of despair.

He entered the wilderness’s tumult,

Sailing the deep to find his place within

A world of profound cruelty and hate.

Starving and isolated, he went on;

Though his odyssey of redemption had

Taken its toll, the strength of’s faith remained.

For months he had traveled the cruel waves,

Guided by the stars beheld in the sky;

But on this night, there was no horizon;

The heavens above and the seas below

Were conjoined and indistinguishable;

An inky mass of confusing chaos

That sent him spinning into vertigo.

Then, his small raft, by Proteus’s rage,

Was overturned; he, hurled into the deep.

Beneath the tides of madness did he

Descend, into a world of mystery;

A realm of perpetually changing forms

Where his phantasms coalesced from the

Nebulousness of the boundless ocean.

There, either from his mind or the unknown,

A siren swept him up and embraced him.

Her warm grasp was a welcome reception

In light of the cold that enveloped him.

From the depths of the sea, she carried him,

The strength of her love, guiding her brave deed.

She held his head above the water, then

let the waves carry them whither they pleased.