before the salt and roiling sea the moon began to cry the valley ran with sorrowful tears and filled the waters high the misty morning over the brine belies a leaden sky the stars all hide away from the chill until the evening rise the place where plurnes scuttled her foe the doomed ship still resides the titan met her end on its prow forsaken by the tides in death she leaves her stain on the place the tempest never dies her final throes in shivers and shakes a thousand years gone by