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He was the Lord of the rolling waves,Author's Notes
She was the Lady of the night He craves.
Met They did, when Her moon was full,
The tides unable to resist Her pull.
This was for a Muse Fusion, Wyld_Dandeylon's prompt 'Eyes as blue as the sea and hair the color of night'. This is a myth from the Moon Mother Worshipers in the southeast of the Empire.
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