((Couldn’t help myself. Sandmann is an Adaro for this: http://www.mythicalcreaturesguide.com/page/Adaro ))

An old man by a seashore  At the end of day  Gazes the horizon  With seawinds in his face  Tempest-tossed island  Seasons all the same  Anchorage unpainted  And a ship without a name 

Pitch Gold sighed to himself as he fixed his uniform for the fiftieth time today. It had to be done today, or he would just keep putting it off… Brushing back his blonde hair, he affixed the naval hat and gave himself a curt nod. Now to get everything ready at the Cliffside… Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard  He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world  Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts  The ones on their travels homeward from afar 

Dragging the heavy anchor along the path behind him, he glances up at his old ship. She served him well up until his banishment, and it pained him to just let it float away… but it was better this way. It would always have been better if he had never come home that day. This is for long-forgotten  Light at the end of the world  Horizon crying  The tears he left behind long ago 

Far below, a small dark figure watched excitedly. It wasn’t often sailors threw themselves to the darker creatures of the sea, and the Adaro wasn’t going to let a free meal go to waste… Oh. He blushed a dark purple at the first glimpse of the sailor he got. Well, it would be a shame to kill such a handsome sailor… The albatross is flying  Making him daydream  The time before he became  One of the world’s unseen  Princess in the tower  Children in the fields  Life gave him it all:  An island of the universe 

Pitch finished tying the rope and lifted his head as the bird flew passed. If he closed his eye and listened hard enough, he could still hear his wife and daughter calling for him as he came up the walk after a long travel. Taking a deep breath, he checked the tightness of the ropes on the anchor and his feet. There was no turning back now. Now his love’s a memory  A ghost in the fog  He sets the sails one last time  Saying farewell to the world  Anchor to the water  Seabed far below  Grass still in his feet  And a smile beneath his brow 

Sandmann watched as the sailor pushed the anchor off the cliff and quickly hid. Once the smiling man went in the water, he dove down and used his knife to cut the ropes. Dragging the taller man into his cave was harder, but worth is when the man awoke. The short conversation that followed led to introductions, and for once, it seemed like Pitch was smiling with sincerity once more. This is for long-forgotten  Light at the end of the world  Horizon crying  The tears he left behind so long ago

I am silent right now, because all feels can’t be fit in words. It’s beautiful. I want to read more. I’m so glad to see consequence of your Quicksand addiction.

((I didn’t break you did I? I have four Nightwish albums on my iTunes, so there will be plenty more.))

Oh heavens this was precious!!! I just love it so much!!