** Ebb and Tide: The Shell of a Guardian**

Shell-kin have I lost,
Scales scattered on shores.
Broken, the bonds.
Of beast and man-spirit.

What ties me to tides,
If turtles no longer swim?
Unmoored, I drift,
As deep currents pull.

Four seasons turn,
Fate's axe falls heavy.
Will waves remember,
The wakeful guardian?

Cutter of old ties,
Life ebbs like sea-foam.
If storms claim this last shell,
What shore shall I seek?

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