(By The Marked One, 119/029)
Given birth, set out at sea,
young and strong
ignorant of what is to be.
A blank stare, his glistening eyes
fail to perceive the waves that arise.
The words never spoken,
The melodies unheard.
Left alone, friendless
Escapee from the herd.
The storms ruthlessly raged,
The tides danced across
Leaving him ashore, fragile and aged.
An eldery man sat ashore,
Looking upon the one thing he adored.
He sets sail one last time.
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