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One day High above the sea My tower moving in the wind of the storm I looked around /The slim grey flanks rose from the crashing waves/ around the tower lights blinked in the rain grey clouds high above shedding tears /bellowing their fury/ pale mists hung above the waters /clinging souls of the sea/ pale eyes beneath and high above the blind eye albatross observes all.

The mists draw into port The aged mariner says his prayers dark gods roam the briney shallows small folk cry in the night haunted by creatures all fangs and spite John the harbour master is lost this night by candle-light his form makes a sad sight crimson awash against the cobbles seagul cries and surf born lies monsters on the tide.

Note; This one's a bit crap I just made it as a kinda fillery type bit and WILL WORK ON IT IN FUTURE.

The rain is falling harder now

straight

like lances they would say

Grey sea, sky and mist are churned and pummeled ferociously

How they stand it I dont know

my tower stands

impervious

water running off/

mist condensing off/

/its smooth bleached skin

screaming in agony

the sea cries for more

not since ancient times

has the mother cried so much

and the child must provide

its siblings for her

to devour.

The eyes

blind

survey placidly the horizon

as the Blind Eye Albatross

filled with hope

attempts to sate his eternal mother.

Falling, Falling Feathers on the wind Swirl through mists high apart in the darkness Eyes flash beneath the surface silken blackness absorbing the light of my lamp far against me scales rustle in an angry crescendo close away wings flutter wildly the heron escapes the carp thrashing agaisnt the light away in the dark a harp is unstrung the notes tumbling out of shape incoherent reversal across the pool wake up John theres still the salmon to be harvested here.