In silver depths I hide away, where lightless waters veil the day. My wings can calm the storms that roar, yet thrice awoken, I must soar, to still the skies and seas at war.

A fragile ember upon my tail, my life depends, it must not fail; from timid spark to warrior bright, I herald beginnings with fiery might.

The ebb and flow controlled by the moon, or substance to clean your pantaloons

I fear the light yet always carry one. Once I find love, nothing will tear us apart. I seem large, yet I am quite small. I am alive where no man could live.

Like skin for a tree, a mailman may fear me.