We carry a heavy weight and it's not our hearts.
We try to tread through the strenuous sand to depart.
Once we hit the rocks, we don't look back.
Our eyes captivated by the moon.
We step forward knowing it's the end.
The ocean continuously tries to purdge us out but we refuse to lose.
Water trinkles through our fingers with the motive to detach.
Hand in hand, we maintain intact.
We didn't need to look at one another to understand that we wish to become one with the mare.
She sent us many warnings that we shunned just as many others as she took us afar.
With the guidance of pontus. We now lay in peace at the twilight.
With content we glaze our eyes upon the moon.
