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But when all is done and foretold
Coral in its eyes, coral in its bones
Dead as the chasm, dead as the stones
Now come you from your coral-hulled ship
With death in your heart and a smile on your lips
Though many are your goods piled on the drifting sands
The deep-dwellers, the spear-lords - all look to your hands
Filled with coin red and gold and burning though
Lives are coin to be spent and bought
To each is assigned a given lot
The trade is not – was not - your fault
What is it to you if a child is caught?
No, it was written, in dragon-glass and bone
Inscribed on coral and steel and stone
Written in fate, in the Maker’s book
What is taken was already long ago took
Gold coins for eyes so gold, red coins for blood so red
Yet not a coin to spare for the eyes of the dead
The chasm yawns asunder, the chasm awaits
Not a thousand such bairns could its hunger sate