Long have
I stood on the Earth.
Before all
who first drew breath.
It was I
who calmed her fiery anger.
Eons of
roiling fury, crooned to a halt.
It was I,
bringing forth life.
I they
worshipped, I they despised.
For all I
am, ‘tis true what they say.
Treacherous
they call me.
Wrathful,
unpredictable, a spiteful god.
Yet am I
to choose how I came to be?
I, who
have borne the mightiest ships.
The wooden
behemoths that cleave through trenchantly.
Masters of
the deep, they think.
Nurtured
the children of the water, held the young of the walkers.
Ha, what
pitiable creatures.
Come now,
great one, what do you fear?
For you
would not be the first to be consumed.
For my
gaze has swept over you.
As you
lean over the side of the bow.
Watching, as
you contemplate me.
Oh
Destroyer, Slayer, Hunter of Souls.
Obliterate
your worries, lay aside your cares.
Give
yourself over.
Do not be
overly wary.
Fear is
not what I would have.
In me, you
shall find peace.
Like the
countless before you.
Misgivings,
I see.
A ghost,
A
perennial shackle.
How long
has it been?
But until
you give yourself,
Will you
ever know,
If you
have truly lived?
Will you
ever know,
If you can
heal?
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