For waves, on Gentle sea, turn to the unknown storm, voilence unbridled,
for the good of the all. Totally unmovable, its Depths hold all secrets.
That is my Lord, that is my Life, devoted and Given Freely with no
regret. It's within us, outside us, it is us, we are unmovable, yet
change that around us, he is the great changer, all winds blow from his
currents, he embodies the strength and timlessness of the foam. Dark
blue and silver shining, moonlit tips...so wonderfull, yet do not be
decieved, offend the ocean, and it will take you anyways. Honour it, and
it is as the warm tides that drift on soft beaches. In exactness it is
change, yet it is unchanged, are we even able to see its mighty power?
Its restrained Ferocity. What can the sea no do? If its there, let me
see it.

My lord, your misty breeze, your heartfelt rythm. My lifeblood, i write
this in honour of you.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 315 AF.