Poseidon's Tears
From the stocal realm of Poseiden
The sirens beckoned her down.
Stabbed by the icy fingers of Neptune
Exposing the wound at her heart
They built her strong and proud
No, Never would she wear a shroud
They said she would not die.
"Lower away, lower away the life boats
Came the cry.
The soft strains of a hymn brought calm
Nearer my God to Thee, the band played on
Slowly, ever so slowy as she slipped beneath the waves
Wails of terror cound be heard
Then silence, not one uttered another word
That April night as dathe came and
Posienden Cried.
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