Upon the seas, where stars once gleamed,
Ancient Mariners sailed and dreamed.
With weathered hands and hearts of might,
They braved the storm, they sought the night.
Their ships were but the wings of lore,
Cutting through waves to distant shores.
The wind their guide, the stars their friends,
Their journey never knew an end.
The salt upon their lips did sting,
But freedom, like a bird, did sing.
Through fog and frost, they stood their ground,
Their voices lost in winds that drowned.
In distant lands, they left their trace,
A map of time, a secret place.
The world unknown beneath the skies,
In every dawn, a new sunrise.
Now their tales are whispered low,
In ocean's depth, where shadows grow.
Yet still, the mariners live on,
In every tide, in every dawn.
