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Silver Strands
The heaves and the roars and the sighs Are less frightening to passer-bys Than the terrible moans Of the hollowed out stones Which bring forth the dead sailors’ cries. The sky in the west has gone red, Dyeing rocks on whom many have bled Men defended their homes Legends filled foreign tomes: Devil’s ile is what far scholars said Thinking savages roamed ‘round uncouth They could not have imagined the truth That a goddess lived there With star light for her hair Who gave to all many life times of youth These people they could not feel fear For as long as their goddess was near Despite the fall of leaves They had endless reprives A silver strand and at death they could leer But when one girl fell deeply in love With one resembling a sweet mourning dove When she asked for a strand From her tribe she was banned Left to die with her husband alone First of her people to grow wise with age She tried to make others give up their rage But with her own son she failed And to his people he sailed He hanged the goddess by her hair on her stage *I know that this is a bit creepy and gross. I don't know why I wrote it.*
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