Sea skeleton sage.
Mortal seeker of the deep, I, Sea Skeleton Sage, shall weave a mystic creep, A poem born of ocean's darkest night, To echo the solitude of my eerie sight. I sit, a skeleton, on a chair so fine, In the middle of the sea, where waves do entwine, The tides, they whisper secrets in my bony ear, Of the depths below, where mysteries appear. The winds, they howl, a mournful sigh, As I ponder the secrets of the ocean's sky, The stars above, a twinkling show, Reflected below, in the waves' gentle flow. My chair, a throne, where I sit and reign, A monarch of the deep, with a kingdom of pain, The fish, they dart, with a curious stare, As I sit, lost in thought, with no care. The sea, she whispers, of the ages past, Of civilizations, that forever will last, The treasures hidden, in her darkest night, And the mysteries, that only she can ignite. I, Sea Skeleton Sage, with a heart of old, Do sit and ponder, the secrets yet untold, The ocean's whispers, they echo through my mind, As I sit, a guardian, of the deep's darkest find. So if you wander, through the ocean's roar, And stumble upon, my throne, once more, Listen to my tale, of the secrets I keep, And the mysteries, that in the oce
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