In separations, the smell of death lingers,
And in reunions, life, warmth, and solid timber.
The forest sings for the leaves of east,
And welcomes thee, then whimpers—
Of joy, what joy, what wonderful winds
That bring the breath of winter
That cling onto my lady’s breast
And promise me to bring her.

For all the Heavens know,
You could be angel born
Or
Hell depths
******.
Don’t grieve for lost moments
-the seas will always
return to reach the
sand.

Drifting through the lonely darkness night
Searching ancient halls, candelabra high
Seems forever she waits, longing to unite
Dreary sorrow grips her fragile heart to die

Untold years roll by, only her love in mind
Many witnessed, oh the specters lament
Crying echoes, wails in morning, no sign
Remains now, a misting ocean breeze scent

One fateful day, through countless yore
Comes a gentle soul, with great empathy
Hidden in diary, tragic tale and what's more
Heroic captain's doomed ship by raging sea

Wait he, for her woeful soul amidst paintings
Candescence aflame the ancestral mortality
Eyes flicker and shifting ominous engravings
Lingering among shadows of ancient gallery

Elevated trembling light in hand to behold
A captain of the vessel dressed in uniform
It cannot be, it looks like he, truth now told
In gloom emerging, she hails human form

Gathers him now into her ghostly embrace
At last they meet again, it's been too long
Laying head against her gown of chantilly lace
Final beating, his heart stills, soul withdrawn

Mislaid at sea no more, arrives him at last
Pair drifting in afterlife's realm unknown
No more tears, worrisome fears, they laugh
Wasted years, rekindles love she does atone

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