The dark waters weave round me
Cold as a winter fierce storm
I am tired but I swim on

I seek nowhere, nothing
My time as a gift giver is dead
Only the water moves me
My destination is away
Clear of the lit waters
And the cruel kind spirits of sky

The sky fires do not reach
The deeper under seas where
Only earth fire burns bright

Even here where I can not see
There is too much life
I would be silent darkness

By whale roads I seek
until beyond I pass
Into the shadow of the serpent

My cadesh dies scattered
Surrounded I swim alone
Life's gift mine no longer

So the dark water weaves
And I sway a brief dance with it
Then tired I swim no more

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