The End

The demons as they howl, are afraid of the tides, and the one who commands them, are one of the signs, and the sun only burns as it reaps what he sows, yet she still shines, for reasons no one knows

The man with the key, if I'm lucky at all, wields the power to raise those tides, with no regrets, as they fall, and though lucky I may be, to answer when you call, what kinds of fools, make each other crawl