.
In a worn out vessel
Each and every day would
Sail out in the distance,
With smile though to wrestle
To gain his livelihood,
That was his existence.
From sunrise to sundown
He gazed into the clear
Blue abyss and he sung
To take him, would he drown,
That he had not a fear
Which onto him still clung.
How the ocean returned
His promise and his faith
With each wave, with each catch!
But it had long since learned
That no mortal nor wraith
Could ever win that match.
In darkness and in gold
Ever they would conclude
No matter how ardent,
Courageous, or how bold;
All was but interlude
When Time stood guard ardant.
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Tales of Ore 