Salt Blood Bride

I heard your song through the thunder's moan. A mortal hymn

carved out of stone. I followed the fire that burned on

your mast, to taste the wind that would not last.

The waves took your men, their prayers turned to foam. I carried your

heart where no heart should roam. My sisters sang hunger,

their voices like knives. I broke their circle to keep

you alive. Salt blood bride, chained by the

tide. Lover of air, betrayer of sky. I bled the sea for