Sea of Night
The Sea of Night,
Is a terrible sight,
It is cold and chill,
And has its own will,
It brings blight,
It gives fright,
It is a terrible sight,
That Sea of Night.
The Sea of Night,
Has its own chill bite,
It sits and waits,
And salivates,
It waits for its prey,
The elusive Fey,
To come and sip,
Or take a dip.
Its mouth then lunges out,
And the innocent Fey gives a shout,
The remaining Fey, they scatter,
But by that time, it does not matter.
His prey is gone, the Fey, they mourn,
But for every death, another is born.
They tell the Elders what they saw,
Of how one disappeared into the Sea�s maw.
The Elders then forbid the daily trip,
Nothing sets out, not even a ship.
But the Sea of Night,
Just keeps the Fey in sight,
It waits and watches,
Until a Fey botches,
And it gobbles them up,
Like a lion with a pup.
The Sea of Night eats,
Each Fey it greets,
But it is careful to not,
Over-fill the dinner pot,
Or there would no longer be,
Any Fey beings to see.
Because then, It would starve,
Its own tombstone it would carve.
Because then the Sea of Night,
Who causes such fright,
Who is a terrible sight,
Would cause its own blight.
