the dawn is grey over the sea
my race is as old
as the earth,
and my race is as rich -
but I
was born young,
my parents I couldn't find
and my kingdom neither -
my servants will not obey me,
and the women around me I scorn -
am I the last
cry of a drowning wave,
or am I the fresh-born foam
of the first approaching breakers
along an unknown shore -?
the patience of my pride
has no limits -
but the eye of my maledom
is blind -
