Song of the Uniaedean
In the moonlight gleaming,
The Uniaedean rested, dreaming.
Sails furled, captain sleeping
No one is watch guard keeping.
Anchor set, gentle wind blowing,
The great black ship dreams of going,
To a mysterious, distant land,
Guided true by captain’s hand.
“Awake good ship,” loud voice calling
War drums beat, flaming arrows falling
She shudders at wounds taken.
In fear Uniaedean does awaken.
Looked long at moon light gleaming
And then returned to her dreaming
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