This one's kinda dangerous, as it's part of a self-sacrificing ritual. It is a part of The Song of the Twelve, an ancient sealing ritual performed by whales to prevent the ultimate big-bad from running amock the ocean floors. The ritual prefers a young whale-wizard...
Not old enough to love as yet,
but old enough to die, indeed–
the death-fear bites my throat and heart
fanged cousin to the Pale One’s breed–
But past the fear lies life for them,
perhaps for me; and, past my dread,
past lost of Mastery and life,
the Sea shall yet give up Her dead!
Lone Power, I accept your gift!
But take my gift of equal worth:
I take Death with me, out of time,
and make of it a path, a birth!
Let the teeth come! As they tear me,
they tear your ancient hate for aye–
so rage, proud Power! Fail again,
and see my blood teach death to die!
Not old enough to love as yet,
but old enough to die, indeed–
the death-fear bites my throat and heart
fanged cousin to the Pale One’s breed–
But past the fear lies life for them,
perhaps for me; and, past my dread,
past lost of Mastery and life,
the Sea shall yet give up Her dead!
Lone Power, I accept your gift!
But take my gift of equal worth:
I take Death with me, out of time,
and make of it a path, a birth!
Let the teeth come! As they tear me,
they tear your ancient hate for aye–
so rage, proud Power! Fail again,
and see my blood teach death to die!