Ballad of the Sea-Farer

I sail the seas, a restless tide,

Through waters wide and far and wild.

The name Elizabeth they know,

For every wave has felt her bow.

I've lost me mates to storm and fight,

Loved and lost by moon's cold light.

Avenged the fallen, blade held fast,

In blood and sorrow, tied to mast.

I've seen the beasts, the monsters grim,

The sirens’ call, the spirits dim.

The sea, she rages, yet she soothes,

She gives, she takes—she shapes, she moves.

On distant shores, they told me true,

The sea’s a god, both old and new.

To sail her waves, respect ye pay,

Or sink beneath her wrath one day.

I beg her leave, I seek her grace,

When steel must flash in cursed place.

Her children fierce, the deep’s own kin,

To harm them is the gravest sin.

But in her favor, secrets shine,

The gems she hides from prying eyes.

The beasts stay blind, the nations lost,

For only she knows what they cost.

Yet lands I see and lands I scorn,

Tamed and chained since they were born.

Predators roam, yet never bowed,

Their wild hearts beat fierce and proud.

And so I sail, till I am free,

A child of fortune, bride of sea.

For she alone can hear my call,

And I am hers—her own her thrall.