Far over the sea
With city sunken below
Do the waves fall away
Mythic islands to show

No men have voyaged there
Since the days of yore
When the moon was bright
And the sun shown more

For what was found there
Can not be explained
Nor would a return voyage
Have anything gained

On those islands
Where great salt mounds
That reached to the trees
And covered the grounds

But stranger still
Haunting to sight
Were the birds that nested
In the faint evening light

Great monstrous things
With deep purple eyes
And blacker than night
Their wings in the skies

Little is know
Of the strange avians or the crew
That sailed such islands
For only one man knew

Having survived the voyage
He lived in dread fear
Of those strange dark birds
As if they were near

And though everyday
He was coaxed to regale
He could never bring himself
To again tell the tale

Then one day he was gone
With grains of salt in his bed
Grand wings in the night
To carry the dead