Amongst us, the bold few,
Who adventured from the sea,
Whine a glorious tune,
That makes the buzzards sing,
Of the purifying waters,
And the fierce tides,
That can manifest change,
Where we were born,
the god of devastation,
the deep, endless ocean.
Where is it?
Amongst the company of youth,
One did know the way,
He often rested by the sea,
Listening to the soothing sound,
Of the sadistic crests,
Cleaning away the marks,
Carved into the sand dunes,
"Who wants to go,
to the sea,
and clean ourselves,
of impurity?"
Only ten agreed to go,
These pupils now knowing,
Ready to journey out,
And best the world,
By their own experiences,
Of trial and tribulation,
That are nugatory.
What can they teach,
when all they know,
is that naive query;
What is love?
