. | Timestamp | This tale is true, and mine. It tells / How the sea took me | On an ice cold-sea, whirled in sorrow, | Alone in a world, blown clear of love, | Hung with icicles. The hailstorms flew. | The horizon, seeking foreigners homes, | So summer's sentinel, the cuckoo sings, | As the paths of exile stretch endlessly on | Sword, snatching the life from his soul, | Name (or id no.) |