Vallyn's Song
Oh Sweet child of mine
A mere whisper of weeds
Fingertips soft and thine
Born from the sable seeds;
The pirate so brutal
Said rest be your soul
When your hair turned red golden
And the sun brazen skin
Oh the scales and pale rest from within
The twofolk and your folk, eyes clouded blue
Oh sweet child of mine, there’s nothing to do
The drunken, the sailor, the siren, she weeps
Oh come be my child and rest in the deep.
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