Destruction and beauty,
these are its essence.
When not on its pyre
lust and power is its fire
the heat from cold,
the fire from ice,
from which it was created.
A storm,
thunder rolling thrice
For joy it was made
but joy it did not bring.
For it was the sea, it belonged
on land, it did wrong.
It brought peace in the sea
but hatred on land
a curse and blessing
strange but grand.
A ghostly beauty encased its core
it opened the hearts of men like a door
filled their hearts with greed
their tongues, the taste of sour mead.
Its gargantuan size,
just impossible to summarize.
Many stories unfurl
about the grandeur of
THE PEARL