to the wizard of Black Mount.
He turned them both to water
and cast their love in doubt.
The love they share; be still their hearts.
Their fate now wizards spell.
As they pass each other on the shore,
Ebb rings his sunken bell.
Flow pushes up the smoothened sand.
Her smile, she leaves in wake.
Ebb curls beneath his pulsing Flow,
and guides her to the lake.
Flow swirls beneath his churning tide,
as Ebb absorbs her swollen grip.
He follows aft, Flow's pushing spume;
her rooted banks and silted lips.
It’s said their love flourished,
when humans they were bound, but
the wizard’s spell on Ebb and Flow,
proves strength, their love resounds.
They know not when tides move them.
Now, their love stays ever pure.
The soothing sounds of Ebb and Flow,
forever coupled on this shore.
