on the edge of the earth where the lonely rock meets the sea, in this maelström that keeps growing harder, my hopes and solicitude collide with melancholia and torment.
a glimpse of hell scorched my soul, salty ripples lick my wounds, behemoth whirlpool wants to tear me away from my pedestal.
once i left you far behind, a darkened sky closed the day, all flames shall dim.
as the motion of the ocean sways my soul, the cycle of light blurs the distance, blue waters no longer cry.
from time to time i find myself looking westward, thinking about what i have left behind, the sorrow of passion still stab my heart.
over abyssal depths, halo of light, lead the sail.