Awakening souls, fearless
Under the emerging shrill of even
More ominous skies to come.
Masts balanced high,
Sails determined traversing torrents
Where a forge of shadows and rising winds preside.
Ripples that run to no end.
Clouds gathering, the hours closing,
While journeys of new and unspeakable worlds unfold.
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