A king is wisely wary of the coast;

it is revolting. Better to ignore

the sight of salty spray, a storied ghost

that he has killed a million times before,

for if he turns a rare discerning ear

upon the churning of the turning tide

and heeds no deafness, steady he will hear

the sound of victory on the losing side—

the sound of one who understands

singing of many million rising hands

bringing low the slowly level sands.

-Alistair "Hale" Sauterne