The Sea Of Ghosts

With anger in our hearts we sail
To melt the snow with our fire
Five Hundred make way through the waves

We make landing on the rocky shores
All ships arrived, save one
I row against the tide to battle the Sea

Storms force me back to the coast
Gales and darkness that seem unending
For two fortnights we wait

The storm breaks at last
Our kinsmen returned, yet lost
For the Sea had claimed their souls

We choke back our tears
As our hopes wash up on the shores
Leaving only ghosts

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I wrote this interpretation of Yngol And The Sea-Ghosts a few months ago for a TES-inspired musical project I've been procrastinating on. Nothing groundbreaking, but I figured I'd share regardless.