From: bluffing.bard@indigo.news   
      
   THE WAR BETWEEN THE LAND AND SEA   
      
      
      
   Beneath the sky, where horizons meet,   
   A conflict stirs with ancient feet.   
   Not men, nor gods, nor beasts of lore,   
   But those who roam from shore to shore.   
   In battle, not for wrath they fight,   
   But balance lost, and wrongs made right.   
      
   The Land, with roots in earth and stone,   
   The Sea, a vast and endless throne,   
   Two realms that clash in constant fight,   
   While tides of fate both dark and bright   
   Are pulled by forces none can see,   
   In the war between the Land and Sea.   
      
   The Homo Aquas, born of the wave,   
   With hearts as deep as the oceans' grave,   
   A race of power, swift as flood,   
   Their bodies shaped from ancient mud.   
   They rise from depths where sunlight dies,   
   With eyes like moons and starry skies.   
      
   They speak in currents, breathe in tides,   
   With knowledge vast as oceans' wide.   
   But though they rule the waters' sway,   
   The Land demands its rightful day.   
   To walk on soil, to plant and grow,   
   To leave behind the sea’s cold flow.   
      
   Yet now the Homo Aquas stand,   
   Not devils from a cursed land.   
   Though myths of old might call them beasts,   
   They’re guardians of the ocean’s peace.   
   Not fiends with fangs, nor demons’ eyes,   
   But creatures shaped by tides and skies.   
      
   And so they battle, breath by breath,   
   In a struggle that might end in death   
   The roar of waves, the quaking land,   
   The future held in each command.   
   Will one domain rise, or will both fall,   
   In the shadow of this endless brawl?   
      
   The war is old, and it will not cease,   
   For neither side can find release.   
   But in the depths, a secret lies,   
   A truth that's whispered ‘neath the skies:   
   The Land and Sea, though torn apart,   
   Are bound forever heart to heart.   
      
   And so this War continues still,   
   As tides retreat and waves refill.   
   The Homo Aquas rise once more,   
   As long as the water meets the shore.   
   The goal is harmony, both deep and wide,   
   Where Land and Sea can both reside.   
      
   The date remains a shadowed guess,   
   A whisper lost in time’s distress.   
   The fans await, their hearts entwined,   
   For word of when it will unwind.   
   But still, the answer’s far from near,   
   The war remains both far and dear.   
      
      
   --   
   (C) Bluffing Bard Publishing 2025   
      
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