-Sea- The tides of this sea roll ever inland, inland, smash the rocks and wash atop the sandy shores. Under the skies that reflect no other color but gray, storms that rage upon this sea and to this day. I watch the horizon from atop these cliffs, these cliffs. I care not for the waves beating away the Earth below me. I wish to see my brother's sails Tattered and torn by the endless gales. But I cannot find a sight of them I fear, I fear. Like a broken husk of wood upon a river's raging rapids, does the tempest toss about my dear brother's vessel leaving the upset waves caked in wood and metal. Piously I pray, "Return, Return." Though it isn't to be so. My brother's life left cold at sea I wish, dear brother, the tempest took me. Side by side, our hands in hands. Watch as the waves crash forth to their lands. Feel the icy winter's wind Toss us to the sea among our kin. Though it isn't to be so, dear brother, brother. Here I remain atop these cliffs. Awaiting a return that will never arrive. For the wildest seas leave no man alive.