Along my merries, seek on with me
The Sea she bows and sings for thee.
The sails are high, and time is nigh
O'er Eryka's waves we learn to fly.
We must away, the queen will say
Her tithe is due and must we pay
When it be told, both young and old
Rehearse again the joyful ode.
Author's Note: This is a little travelling ode from my novel Chronicles of Mayhem: Genesis. Thanks for reading!