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Soul
Like crawling winter, waves wash in,
A gift from endless sea.
Haunting is the ocean's song,
An endless, eerie plea.
Malachite, forbidden depths,
A sanctuary, bleak.
For reptile of the flowing fins,
The haven he doth seek.
The tidal flow shall guide his way,
So sinuous, he glides.
Meandering the shadowed deep,
Down here, the Krawk resides.
Rapid flicker, tail shifts,
So idly shall he swim.
Golden orbs through murky dark,
They light the depths, so grim.
Seaweed parts to coiling form,
As slowly doth he wind.
Translucent are the trailing fins,
That softly, trail behind.
Emerald glow, he'll softly slide,
Those motions in such sync.
Krawk with fins that trail, soft,
Within the depths, doth slink.
By Skyler, 2006.
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