Streams— relay the slumber Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite.
'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge, Confronted by— tidal waves;— Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace That let the Visions— Sprout;— Abandoned— With the Barriers..
So long,— I do not know..
Sights— Times— are enclosing Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..