The Wraith at the Shore

Prudence: My heart is unyielding
I am his but alone yet so full of
longing awaits whilst he is gone

Scoria: Hark, such a lovely thing.
I can grant you eternal beauty

Prudence: Who's there? Who?

Scoria: Join me

Prudence: Where are you!?!
Are you an angel of god? Show thyself!

Scoria: I can give you infinite wisdom and power
you can not imagine

Prudence: What are you?
None godly creatures speaks thus!

Scoria: I can grant your every dream

Prudence: My dreams will follow
my bethroned Antracon

Scoria: Antracon!... is weak, mere mortal and this
ocean parts you from you from him.
I can grant you...eternity

Prudence: One dawn with my beloved Antracon is
more precious than infinity without him.
My soul is his

Scoria: More is the pity for such a waste

Prudence: Your words are wasted on me, wraith.
My heart is full and unyielding!

Scoria: I shall claim your soul