Down to the Sea
by Kaelie Close

Calling me, calling me
past the vines, past the gate,
down to the sea.

Past the gate of the sun,
the gate of the moon.
Past the gates of horn and ivory.
Down into the deep.

Calling me, calling me,
past the vines, past the gate,
down to the sea.

Past the dead ships
with their strange and bloated crews.
Past the city ruins
with their skeletal citizens.

Calling me, calling me,
past the vines, past the gate,
down to the sea.

Past the great beasts
no one has seen.
Into the deep,
I go to sleep.