Black Sea
By scorp
It's a dance, it's a swordfight,
A prod, a dodge, a sidestep, a lunge,
a thousand nights have passed.
Change doesn't happen overnight.
Who is the first to fall?
Who will tire?
I'm sick of playing tug-of-war.
You rise, I fall,
I stand, you crawl,
You twist, I turn.
Who's the first to burn?
You sing to stay, I don't obey.
Where do we stand
in the Black Sea?
Where do we land
in the Black Sea?
The Black Sea
colored the hue of darkness
from the lost souls
that swim into the swirls of sea foam
So come to the Black Sea,
come and swim with me
Come down with me, fall with me,
to the Black Sea.
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