Eione light-steps to join her sister.
Goddess of the strand that borders all brine,
she peers, peregrine-eyed, she bides her time,
for ship ploughs water, ardent to lister*...

and as ship nears shore, Eudora draws close,
lifts fine, rounded arms full imploringly,
croons to sea creatures, so adoringly
that a myriad fishes teem, engrossed.

With fishtail smile, Eudora signals - 'in',
wherein - all pike high - then rain down below,
thud like soddened fodder, like hate-hurled words.

As ship slow lists to the brigands' chagrin.
Aktaie strides up, to deliver her blow -
Panicked men cry out like fledgling-robbed birds.

*lister = plough designed to move dirt to either side of a narrow furrow.

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