High waving ire beneath the mountain of tiding whirling,
Darkness howling, ascending to light moaning, immersing,
Gray somber fear turning into white foams of desire roaring,
The spirit in the fetters bursts upon the furious waters revolting.
The souls of the dead rising from the abyss and walking,
Midnight, moonlight, and starlight upon the waters shining,
The skies gaping then cracking as earth laying and embracing,
The spirit with the clipped wings begins to flutter and leap rejoicing.
Ghost ships appearing from the shadows of the moon sailing,
Panthom seamen singing the songs of the misty past echoing,
Mermaids and nymphs emerging from the deep desiring,
The maiden’s fancy fills her broken heart with joy, yearning.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 