*ahem* A blatant rip from "O Captain, My Captain" I present....
O Poki! My Poki!
O Poki! My Poki! The ferry trip's just begun;
In the ship's hull, a giant crack, Waters pooring in, just no fun;
Selbina is close, shouts in Valkurm I hear, the gobs, people training,
But lo, the Sea Monk pops near, the weather grim and raining
He runs! Flee! Flee!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Poki lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Poki! My Poki! The white mage casts Raise;
Rise up—please do, our hellish trip almost through,"Oh no" Poki cries;
For you, a Sea Monks wrath—for you a tentacles lash;
For you he came, his massive mass, you die as he laughs;
Here Poki! Dear Poki!
Your hand to your head;
It must be a dream, that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Poki cries in /tell, he mopes and he whines;
He doesn't like this boat, his eyes full of tears and grime;
The ship pulls up to the dock, its voyage full of death and fear;
Another Mage, another Raise, come up you do with exulted praise;
Run to thee, O shores, and seek for parties!
But I, with weeping dread,
The worst deaths lie,
In these dunes ahead.