Around the far side of the sea,
Where the dark things still hide
In the crags and the deep
And old waves cascade endlessly,
The last stone of heaven's gate rests.
Unknown since the black day it fell
Amongst driftwood and detritus,
Cast down by celestial conflict,
And carried by gravity's impetus,
It erodes under wind and sea crest.
Waiting through the ages,
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