stormy waters rush from the sea
blood on the cobblestones
we bathe in it, the wretched and wicked
an eye for a coin, cheapest bargain made today
and yet the gold couldn’t save her sight
twisted knife in a rib cage
we are bound by cold lashings and thunderous oaths
walk the deck, caress the steel
elbows deep in hell
oh, but it only gets better from here.
the baleful primal 