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[zealot]

I am the prince of tides,
the waves, crystalline, perfect,
sweep beneath my feet.

I care nothing for them.

The skies pronounce my name,
the clouds magnify my voice,
the stars bow down to me.

Tomorrow, the prince of tides shall nothing be,
a faint recollection, a dim memory
of when memories danced and love burned.

I care nothing for this.

The moment is eternal,
and I rule the world,
my hands and feet planted,

and the earth whirls.