Dereliction and the oceans too weap

Through restless centuries I have powered And the ocean too weeps.

Heroic onslaughts by commanders

Of the great empires.

Across the ages, man has longed to unravel

The mystique that shrouds me.

The scholars of science reach

For me to uncover secrets of the past.

Pioneering men seeking out new lands

Deemed me the crowning conquest.

Mighty industries flourish because of me

And dynasties shaped, by men

Who wove their steel through me.

For entrenched within, like incipient gems,

I meld the very elements with which kingdoms

Power prosperity. Yet no man can own me.

Agile and self-replenishing

I am a mirror of the heavens,

Nestling every rhythm, in cycles rippling.

To the unwitting I am formidable.

But the same seek solace in me;

In the soft, soothing songs

That dance through my being.

I am the cradle of life for billions.

Yet, for all my elegance, I am now bereft.

Wounded. The turning tides, so harsh,

Have left me ravaged; in anguish.

How I yearn to be cherished again. Grant me the dignity

I deserve. That dignity which was once unspoken,

Then, almost broken.

To survive, I must search reach clutch

At new ways to reinvent myself.

A mere ritual since times long past.

Except these are dark days

And I face ferocious thunders ahead.

Yes, I am wrenched by the unknown.

Though known by many names, I am unique.

That I might look invincible

Is simply part of the mystique.

Beyond the drifted ocean,

A heroine’s grief; spoken

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