Ocean’s Song Mariella Myers
The world came from those beaten and bowed. And these angels as they fell from grace Knew not of earthly quakes.
And held by beaten hands, our angels sing of the bright and noble king. And then they whisper, And then they warn,
Softly, I search for you between the black and blue. The Ocean roars— I hear its voice in you. Within the deepest black of the creatures’ cave, a cry rings out— I hear its voice in you.
“Remember what I say, for it may come in the Ocean’s song.”
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