Thin Palls and Coffers I've swum amidst the dry of raging Sea, Tasting brine of Triton as the waves devoured me. I've found that Sol is but a flame, Within the bowels of sour Night, And that the creatures I did tame, Did grant a deeper sense of fright. I've searched through all the bullion, Stored in palls and coffers, But all I've found were chests of sin, And phantoms in the dead men's lockers. I've scoured for aught of change, Upon this Beast I walk about, But all I've eyed is mange, And blood upon this Creature's snout. Upon this sinking Ship I look no longer for repair, I look now for survivors that my Crafts can save from Sea; So many codes I must decrypt whilst drinking down this caustic air, Whilst in abyss the divers search for aught that brings them glee.
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