Lady Mizzen

The waves of a gentle sound
Dance in a silver limelight
Gather lost and never found
Tellers tell that they have drowned
Lost to a seven of night

The weeping Lady Mizzen
Without her fellowship near
Marks only tides ought risen
Partnership that finds prison
Lady Mizzen's greatest fear

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