"In twilight's hollow, where galleons founder, Oh, keelhaul the moon with a mourner's sigh, As the 0h0ll5 tides unfurl, like a gash in the sky, Singing in fractured octaves, with each note a fissure, Split the air with a glottal shriek, then submerge your voice, Like a stone skimming the void, as the darkness gulps the sound."