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[the_grimner]

The sky's looking grim, The stormclouds subsiding,
Yet I pray of the wind: " sail me far from this shore,
And show me a land whereto no man was guided,
Show me where lie those Edens of yore.

The haven that hides that spirit primordial,
Well fed by the bosom of sweet savagery
Where the laws of the wild that rule every mortal
Still vigour and shine in all purity

So lend my sails haste
I wish to depart
That old world behind me
Says naught to my heart
Its gleam of fools gold
Tricks those blind to see,
That its spark hides a taint
-That no matter how faint
Is yet to fool me-"

Such were then my pleas sung with feverish zeal
Which caught some capricious deity's ear
For no sooner they're spoken, I began to feel
Such powerful presence that quelled me with fear

Thus spoke:

"In vain you escape, for naught do you flee
those dreamy chimeras you so ardently preach
May indeed exist beyond the vast sea,
And yet they'll be ever away from your reach.

For even if you sail the uncharted oceans
And stumble on shores still free of the Taint,
What good will it be? The Taint lives in humans
And tell me ( I beg you, without scowl or plaint),

What else but a Human will you ever be?"
And with that was it gone, my fate thus decided;
Resigned, i sailed back 'cross the length of the sea
Back into my home, neath storm clouds subsided.