On a soft, misty silver morn,


    the shadow deepens in the dawn,


    encroaches now on fallen arks,


    in the silence, the deep and dark.


    It glitters now with many lights


    Luminescent in endless night,


    flowers that in the dark here bloom,


    that light its form now in the gloom.


    Here it lies: Deep Hollowing


    but there are no bards here to sing


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    not of its reign, nor its dark bliss,


    here in the deep shadowed abyss.


    It comes now to its darkened throne,


    ancient shipwrecks and old drowned bones,


    that to the deep and dark did fall,


    to the king who devours all.


    Many-armed with luminous eyes,


    with no desire to see the skies,


    The unseen shadow, deep sea scourge,


    will not from these depths emerge.


    Only in myths it brings an end


    a ghost haunting the dreams of men.


    And he speaks to all as they sleep,


    enchantments from the dark and deep.


    Drawing them to once more set sail,


    to founder and sink, drown and fail.


    And we''ll find our audience then,


    with the beast in its shadowed den.


    For there we''ll see Deep Hollowing:


    And bow before the sunken king