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Gray eyes,
watch over
these young souls
and test them
so they become
worthy
of the wisdom
within.

Let them find
the flower rooted
in darkness
and a bed
rooted in delight.

Let sirens
lure them out
to sea
with winged words
that bind them fast
and drive them
from isle to isle
from enchantment
to misery

until one so young
should ask of them
a song of no regret.