To the east To the sundered east Of the deserted Isle Their lies a wrack black timbered bones Scold clinging clams That harbour there In the Wrack of the Isle As she lies down
They say In hushed wispers it happened Many years ago Men died Or so they say But now, no one really knows It's all been forgotten now Through foggy years of Sun and Snow And dirth the man Who can name her
The wrack rises To the waters To greet the High airs above The darlking deep beneath Where once there was a love Who can say, now When looking at the wrack In its black longingness That once, it was a brightened Vessel, fine and new Filled with laughter And simple joys
They dive there sometimes When the tides allow But divers have to be wary It's dangerous near Wrack waters, so easy To be pulled down and Within, you go And once in her shell The air can not sustain You, for it is Not for breathing Creatures
Remember the shore They tell The newcomers You must remember Where it is To the west you Must go, and so on.... But carefully, The wrack will Call at you Softly, and slow Breathing liquid fumes That fill the lungs And crush the ribs
I swam round her once It was a heady - Experience, all shoreline Was forgotten I was lured by her Cracked spars and Speckled beams So beautiful Beneath a shining sea
But I learned there That no man may Swim the wrack Forever, and not forget Deep death there awaits And lies down With you In a wet grave So be forwarned Before you swim The wrack of the Isle To the East The sundered East.
The Wrack, in an imagined sea, near the lonely isle.