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Bells
It was the bronzed bell of a tinseled Ocean ship. Until destiny was scuttled by a fiery water witch. In time, it became the haunting clang upon a reef. A macabre Nic Nac for cliques that ruled the deep. They returned like blue birds, lonely for a blossoming. To pay homage to every sailor overtaken by the sea. They lay bouquets of flowers, over shadowed grief... as ghosts pared sweet memories into paper effigies. Between shuffles of worn decks and ninety proof lips. They spin tales of crimson seas and horrible dorsal fins... Torn hearts and sails, forever on a starboard list Drifting between a blue refrain and the salty mist. In the graying vein of time, everything's forgotten. The sweet angelic, the mundane, the eternally rotten. Gravestones hoard salt within their granite cracks. Tokens to a time when auroras bled into blackness. One by one the crew will drift from this pearled realm. Riding TradeWinds into the gilded scented heavens... or becoming driftwood, in the brackish heart of hell... as the captain sways to the clang of his beloved water bell.
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