All sailors get drowned by the number as the sea monster devastates their journey. ''Don't ya worry, lads! It will start to rain once we get home,'' was the last sentence the captain said to his mates before the clash. Echoes of cannons and guns, cries are carried in the wind onto distant shores.

Anchors are floating in the waves, on the surface of the sea, drifting downstream. Memories of this event are sealed deep within the sea monster's conscience. Stories about these murders thrill the skin of the sailors that follow. Their wits get consumed with terror. All who dare to sail there analyze their lives. Reaching this ****** domain may be the last sight the sailor will see. And the only concern of the sea monster is-- will there be more fools to pass from here?

This legendary beast returns to the bottom of the sea. Flutes alarm the isle cities as panic arrives as an uninvited guest. Whirlpools swallow the remaining objects of the ship that remained intact after the impact with this mythical creature.

Your stars were blinking, and skies were twinkling.
Your chariot brought enlightenment to me.
Uncertainty was stripping my soul.
The sugar you sprinkled across my hearth ignited the flames melting it.

With a smiling face, you hid me from a rainy night.
The moment you turned towards me, I was rescued and free.
Like a scarlet moon, you ignited the fire and light within me.

Following her deep into the pale smokes of the cave,
the butterfly spreads her wings to fly.
I step gently and quietly hear her motions.

She is my roof against the snow,
and the snow was the bullying I endured during my childhood.
I was blind, and she cured me.

The butterfly kisses the fog, and I embrace its guidance.
I feel one with her. She comforts me that I will find my way.
The sun rays penetrate the dense fog as the cave's walls deplete.

The black butterfly disappears into the light.
I got left with nothing but a lesson whispered in my ear by the sun:
''Once you are free from the blackness,
my guidance has completed your journey!''

Mature my Mirabelle.
Fill my senses with your rich commences.
Yellow and blue, you are majestic like Malibu.
A royal color growing in nature like summer.
Discover emotions never felt before.

Sweeten me, Mirabelle.
Touch me with your gentle skin,
send a shiver down my spine.
Catch my soul as it follows your trails.
Jump in the dam, destroy the walls.

Accept my body, Mirabelle.
Give birth to our energy.
Mirror our synergy in the purple glass.
Yellow hair hovers across heated beaches,
presses my heartbeat as I am within her reaches.

The core of life smiles to the emerald maiden,
but fallen stars encircle her with thorns.
Candy canes are twirling in the wind
when lust transform them into melting snow.

Crystal flows on the lake
reflections of the sun
spreads through steamy souls

Crystal flows on a ghost lake
sun is reflecting
and spreads through steamy souls lake