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I’ve given enough time to lethargy.

Twenty years ago I set sail to the sea

Looking for a beast to make a plea—

That unholy master of thanatology.

In the wake of forgetfulness

I search for the fallen one.

But in truth I tell you,

I forgot what to pursue.

The world became askew,

All the same in mist and dew.

My restless soul still looks out

Under the blackened sky,

Fighting apathy, desolation, and doubt.

I was looking for a friend

Who met an untimely end.

“It’s my mission,” I thought, “to descend

Into the waters and the monster apprehend.”

In the wake of forgetfulness

I want to bring back the fallen one.

Stories told that a sea beast

Took the dead as a feast;

And they wandered there for eternity,

Inside its belly, in captivity.

Sometimes I thought I’d lose my mind;

Some days ravenous, hopeless, and blind,

Trapped in the swirl of finding my friend,

To find him before year’s end.

All the anger of not knowing why,

A thunderous storm in a silent shout

For not saying a final goodbye.

’till the day came when I saw it,

And my heart sank into a bottomless pit.

Souls of the dead were its bones, eerily lit.

And before the beast, I lost my valour and wit.