“And the waves sing because they are moving
And the waves sing above a cemetery of waves.”
the waves sing great Viking songs,
full of mead and adventures in stormy seas,
songs of lifting mighty dragon-prows
across many leagues of untamed oceans,
of bravery and of tales of distant lands,
but deep in the midst of the deeper sea,
the waves roll quietly in respect of the dead
over cities festooned with age-old seaweed.
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