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((Couldn’t help myself. Sandmann is an Adaro for this: http://www.mythicalcreaturesguide.com/page/Adaro ))

An old man by a seashore 
At the end of day 
Gazes the horizon 
With seawinds in his face 
Tempest-tossed island 
Seasons all the same 
Anchorage unpainted 
And a ship without a name 

Pitch Gold sighed to himself as he fixed his uniform for the fiftieth time today. It had to be done today, or he would just keep putting it off… Brushing back his blonde hair, he affixed the naval hat and gave himself a curt nod. Now to get everything ready at the Cliffside…

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard 
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world 
Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts 
The ones on their travels homeward from afar 

Dragging the heavy anchor along the path behind him, he glances up at his old ship. She served him well up until his banishment, and it pained him to just let it float away… but it was better this way. It would always have been better if he had never come home that day.

This is for long-forgotten 
Light at the end of the world 
Horizon crying 
The tears he left behind long ago 

Far below, a small dark figure watched excitedly. It wasn’t often sailors threw themselves to the darker creatures of the sea, and the Adaro wasn’t going to let a free meal go to waste… Oh. He blushed a dark purple at the first glimpse of the sailor he got. Well, it would be a shame to kill such a handsome sailor…

The albatross is flying 
Making him daydream 
The time before he became 
One of the world’s unseen 
Princess in the tower 
Children in the fields 
Life gave him it all: 
An island of the universe 

Pitch finished tying the rope and lifted his head as the bird flew passed. If he closed his eye and listened hard enough, he could still hear his wife and daughter calling for him as he came up the walk after a long travel. Taking a deep breath, he checked the tightness of the ropes on the anchor and his feet. There was no turning back now.

Now his love’s a memory 
A ghost in the fog 
He sets the sails one last time 
Saying farewell to the world 
Anchor to the water 
Seabed far below 
Grass still in his feet 
And a smile beneath his brow 

Sandmann watched as the sailor pushed the anchor off the cliff and quickly hid. Once the smiling man went in the water, he dove down and used his knife to cut the ropes. Dragging the taller man into his cave was harder, but worth is when the man awoke. The short conversation that followed led to introductions, and for once, it seemed like Pitch was smiling with sincerity once more.

This is for long-forgotten 
Light at the end of the world 
Horizon crying 
The tears he left behind so long ago

I am silent right now, because all feels can’t be fit in words. It’s beautiful. I want to read more. I’m so glad to see consequence of your Quicksand addiction.

((I didn’t break you did I? I have four Nightwish albums on my iTunes, so there will be plenty more.))

Oh heavens this was precious!!! I just love it so much!!