Canvassing the forgotten sands
of centuries shipwrecked by war,
I call to time and make demand
and push back the blood soaked door.
I stand witness to my own death
forsaking grace and soulful peace,
crying out with foul brackish breath,
grasping life with rebellious reach.
I will have my ship and my crew
rotting from the depths of the sea
fitted for war, I swear anew,
relentless purpose driving me.
Collecting pieces of my soul,
I rebuild features of my ship,
broken clinging to craggy shoals
rising up the Malevolent.
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