Bethan

Bring me sparkling jewels, let me laugh through fears driftwood stacks our fuel, my voice brings you grace, what else can you hear, songs of a drunken oblate, turn your ship you fool, heed our sirens clear, don't act bemused, our fireline spells your fate, perfume costs you dear, cargo arrives and breaks, you beg for other fools, to keep their visions clear, golden domes pursued, all along the freight lanes, whole lives end in tears, they carry too much weight, take no note of news, we'll keep a passage clear, the better to see you, all you need is here.