Catherine

Sea-bald claymore,

Your name, called sea

Be protector

Trajectory

 

I, mere sailor

For bail, fear-eye,

Try endlessly

She, dressed in sky:

 

Catherinest,

Jesting her path:

Math apart from

Sum-heart Sabbath,

 

She multiplies,

Plies ship hull scree –

Hell, she goes free.

She knows me well.

 

But stout hearts end,

Bend arts, out shut

Put faces, but

What essays trust?

 

Sea-bald claymore,

Your name, called she

Sea-edge Catherine

In tragedy.

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