Lifesoul seeps from orifices
A waterfall for each sorrow
The earthen face erodes
No sign of flesh and bones
Thoughts burrow stonedeep
Hissing and slithering within
Timechild scurries around
Eons just speckles in the wind
Curse the day I washed ashore
Crawled towards your domain
Curse the day I hastened fore
Captivated by your sweet strain
Curse the day I became a decor
Constrained by the argentine rein
Heard lulling maritime lullabies
Intoxicating enchanting strains
Engrossed, enthralled, encased
Mind at ease, hearth at home
Looked askance, a fading glimpse
Scaly visage of serpentine fate
Racing thumps gently silenced
Vessel petrified in an instant
Bless the day I washed ashore
Bearing no burden on my body
Bless the day I hastened fore
Bellowing rabidly to your melody
Bless the day I became a decor
Beseeching madly your malady