An Enigma?

Behold the shape of lion's tail
In heavens that we see,
Cursed it is for mighty loads
But filled with shoals of fish.

Does there lay that Nordic snake
Which awaits the final fight?
Is that why the turbulence
Which haunts it day and night?

Or is there some passageway
That leads to magic lands?
Or some bane of Aztecs old
That none can understand?

A trap of traps between the worlds
That no one can explain,
A splendid charm of Gaia's will,
A centurial arcane.

And as I row my tiny boat
Through these chartered seas,
Will I also be forever lost
And get answers to these.

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The poet sails through the mystic waters wondering about the lores.