0. ook, creepy poem is win~
*recites*
Must I accept the barren gift?
Learn death, and lose my mastery,
Then let them know whose blood and breath
Will take the gift and set them free!
Whose is the voice and whose the mind
To set at naught the well-sung game
When finned Finality arrives,
And calls me by my secret name.
Not old enough to love as yet,
But old enough to die, indeed.
The death-fear bites my heart and throat,
Fanged cousin to the Pale One's breed.
But past the fear lies life for all,
Perhaps for me, and past my dread,
Past loss of mastery and life
The Sea shall yet give up her dead!
Lone Power, I accept your gift!
Freely I make death part of me!
By my acceptance, it is bound
Into the lives of all the Sea!
But what I do now binds to it
A gift I feel of equal worth:
I take death with me, out of time,
And make of it a path, a birth!
Let the teeth come! As they tear me,
They tear Your ancient hate for aye.
So rage, proud Power, fail again,
And see my blood teach death to die!