Upon the brink of stars uncharted, where the azure waves embrace the sky,
A shadowed figure cloaked in mystery, with longing whispers laced awry.
The wenches sing, with hearts untethered, beneath a moon's enchanted thrall,
Their voices like ethereal arrows, piercing night, defiant, enthralled.
They sing of shores where no man treads, of lands both foreign and divine,
Where violets bloom on silver dunes, and echoes weave the ancient line.
Oh, traverse the realms of dreams unsung, find solace in the mystic tide,
For every step upon this path shall be a journey home, a sweetened stride.