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"I did not believe the soft whispers of the sea,"
said the knight.

"Her breaths were too hasty, and she sighed with false falsetto.
She screamed when she drew close to the moon
and lashed as she was turned away.
She hissed and raged and foamed and twisted
chaotically
in fury at the sand beneath her
heavy
delicate
soles."
He continues,
"And the sun rose,
she arched greedily to it's rays and absorbed it's light,
only to have it stolen and leaving her nothing but her insanity to live off.
Overturned by her ruthless fury,
a fleet lay slain by her feet and the shells
treated their blood
as gold
and pearls.
That night, by the shore, maidens wept and howled
as the cruel sea spat upon them.
She cackled maddeningly and lied to the broken that their own were
safe and sound,
sleeping off-shore and surrendering to her heaven,
beneath the crushing weight of
tales and
souls."
From above, gargoyles watched with their original scowls, cracked and rotting.
Their set faces whipped by the soft whispers of the sea and the salty tears of maidens.
Eroded by the bleaching sun's rays and magnetism of the moon.
From below, a chorus of voices. Risen from the silhouettes of missing children,
born from misery.
They sing songs for the misguided sailor.

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"I did not believe the soft whispers of the sea,"
said the knight.

"Her breaths were too hasty, and she sighed with false falsetto.
She screamed when she drew close to the moon
and lashed as she was turned away.
She hissed and raged and foamed and twisted
chaotically
in fury at the sand beneath her
heavy
delicate
soles."
He continues,
"And the sun rose,
she arched greedily to it's rays and absorbed it's light,
only to have it stolen and leaving her nothing but her insanity to live off.
Overturned by her ruthless fury,
a fleet lay slain by her feet and the shells
treated their blood
as gold
and pearls.
That night, by the shore, maidens wept and howled
as the cruel sea spat upon them.
She cackled maddeningly and lied to the broken that their own were
safe and sound,
sleeping off-shore and surrendering to her heaven,
beneath the crushing weight of
tales and
souls."
From above, gargoyles watched with their original scowls, cracked and rotting.
Their set faces whipped by the soft whispers of the sea and the salty tears of maidens.
Eroded by the bleaching sun's rays and magnetism of the moon.
From below, a chorus of voices. Risen from the silhouettes of missing children,
born from misery.
They sing songs for the misguided sailor.