PSA: Wear headphones.
She said it always must be so.
The moon-white sea
And the sun-gold snow.
Paw of brock
And blood of crow
These are the things
The Grey Folk know.
And I, oh I
Will always be
A little star
In a great big sea
And still the Selkie
Calls to me.
She said, quite cool
She killed a man.
It doesn’t matter how or when
And if she saw his face again
If she met his soul in hell
She would make the blood run
Thick and fell.
And I, oh I
I see
The folly of
All things to be
And still the Selkie
Cries to me.
***
She said
She loved me—
Never mind.
The Greyling son
She left behind
Shudders at
The Selkie kind
He draws his bath,
He drinks his tea;
The water calls
Unceasingly.
Oh why, oh why
This dreadful skin?
The seven tears
Are sinking in.
I cannot linger
Dare not stay—
The Selkie calls us all away.
Oh I, oh I
Will always be
A little star
In a great big sea
And still the Selkie
Calls to me.
Finally harps again. I was sad when I lost the Carthaginian one. I listened to that quite a bit.