Stepping down from my cross
I set foot on a journey in the sands
Landmarks turning to dust at a loss
My pack, three companions, fill my hands
We sail across the endless froth
Dismal clouds thunder as seas foam
Vicious howls drift across the swath
Of endless blue against the gloam
Night takes me in her embrace
As Day slumbers beneath the horizon
For once, I can see beyond this place
Disparate parts intertwined as one
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