~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Call to Ran
Storm clouds form, dark.
Ran.
And the wind rises.
Ran, hear us calling,
"Ran!" as the waves break the prow.
Ice is forming.
Ran.
Screaming lines splitting.
Ran, hear us calling,
"Ran!" ocean´s horse is breaking now.
To your arms we will fall
We bring offerings for your hall
Hand wrought precious Aegir´s Fire,
For we know what you desire.
Hear us calling,
"Ran!"
Cold salt water fills our lungs.
We are dying, Ran,
In your net our bodies hang.
Save us from the inky depths,
We would serve you in our debt.
We would sup with you at table,
Willing hands we will prove able.
Ran.
And the wind rises.
Ran, hear us calling,
"Ran!" as the waves break the prow.
Ice is forming.
Ran.
Screaming lines splitting.
Ran, hear us calling,
"Ran!" ocean´s horse is breaking now.
© Patricia LaFayllve
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Image: "Shipwreck", © Lars Goetze - Duracel.de