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Tic-tac-toe

In the sands of yore

Write a name

On a distant shore

To the Sea of woe

Blood will flow

Winds will blow

And the waves will grow

For the setting sun

For the broken one

Cross the bones

And sticks and stones

And pray for rain

To wash the sin away

For the holy plight

For the dying

Light a spark

Dance in the dark

To the Eulogy of fear

And throw your

Arms to the sky

For the final flight

For all that you hold dear

Tic-tac-toe

In the sands of yore

Play the game

As you played before

For the ultimate prize

Tides will rise

And open your eyes