You, awake to the early night sky,
Oh great moon,
Why hast thou forsaken me?
I have offered to the,
Yet you have taken from me.
I follow you, to journey home.
The tides are fierce,
The wind is that of a roaring lion.
I have lost my way.
I can see where it has happened.
Those ruins of the fallen city,
After I traveled dear north.
I pillaged and killed,
Innocents in the name of you.
Why must I be forsaken?
Poseidon, great earth shaker,
I give unto thee my ships,
Countless and countless lives.
Lives wasted on the edge of time,
You see what I can see,
Your view is that of a god,
Swooping in like an eagle to do your bidding.