Legacy: Cryptic Quatrains II
The bay filled me chest, although drown I did not
I coughed and I shivered me way through the mist
They dreamed I was lost, my sad scarper for naught
Yet all that I wished for was tight in me fist
A strange poem. You suspect some of the words may have hidden meanings…
A riddle written on seawater-stained parchment.