silver slumbers fell to Heart sights of Spirit bearing weights to carry, too little with which she'd decipher alone an army of walking dead blindest, lost souls writhing in their squalor Goddess witnessed; decided perfection's healing waters, those very same which allowed her free of chains, could and reach the masses Sea, in all they were, alone contained the force to wash away such lies drowning those who wouldn’t let them go Mother would lead her daughter a case so pled to Sea rituals of trust and hope sung from highest cliffs they’d find songs to be cradled by Wind her prayers that Grace would see them home
