Prepare for me, boundless and uncaring sea.
Prepare to receive my shivering soul.
I loved thee with all my heart, to see
Thee drift away into oblivion, the roll
And straining heights of its green, lush
mountains.
The simple beauty of its villages.
In one of those villages I did train
In the joys of youth, turned the fond pages
Of life, and met the holy ring-bearer.
He made me a man, a warrior tall.
In his court I found a wife, no fairer
Woman ever was: gone my children, all.
Friends and foes alike vanish forever.
I am now an outcast, a vanquished lover.
You have either been practicing writing well, or this is contraband! BRAVO.
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