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Lords of the Land

The shoreline seems so far away;
A hint of green beyond a deep blue bay.
The sandy beaches beckon me,
While sirens sing invitingly.

Yet jagged rocks may line that shore,
And siren's song hides ocean's roar.
The current is swift, and the waters deep;
Those who fail find eternal sleep.

Waters fed by ancient glacial flow,
Harbor creatures fierce, who lurk below.
Monsters who thirst for human blood,
And sink great ships ‘neath waters flood.

Lords of the land we may well be,
But not of the vast and formless sea.
Intruders we are, and nothing more,
Sailing for some distant shore.

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