Austere

See the mad or reverse
This hope is not lost
There's mischief to turn
Your ship to send off

Cobwebs and gowns
A run side this town
I'd rescue you now
But I know that you'll drown
In this again

Oh, Austere!
Bay by my side
You will stay here
Pure no sound
Your last words
"Don't let me drown"
Just a manner

A story now