Whinnying splashes of an undead soul
Traversing the sea with waves up above
Galloping beauty, offer your services
To travel to the lava land, the mountains of creation
But you are flawed and empty, your manes are a tangled kelp wood
My arms can't hold on to
And when I sink above you, I will watch you go
Preparing for the day I learn to swim again
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