The Tear in the Sea

[Morus]

Closed to Whistler


The Murmurs of the Mad Mariner.

Though lives have ended and years have passed,
Since formed The Tear in the Sea,
No heart could be mended or soul yet last
The price brought to bear upon me.

Straight through to the Straits of Lornius,
Right towards the Tear in the Sea,
Edge Terrinore's cliffs, ever perilous
-The Finger of Fear touches thee.

The Doldrums are next when winds die down,
Nearby The Tear in the Sea.
The Hunger Gnaw calls, men sooner drown.
Those left care too much to flee.

When shores are golden and paradise found,
You've reached The Tear in the Sea.
Any wish yours, if you can ignore the sound,
Woe us, but mere men were we.