The omen
Who shined upon the pristine past
Is confined, to her silvery prison
I was driven under by this cosmic affair,
From her bygone rays
Now the plentiful silence is cursed
Stripped of all mercy
And filled with reveries
Of her celestial ghost
Still she stirs full hearts
Bidding them to sail
From the quaint ports abroad
To her throne in the abyss

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