The shoreline

30 Jun 2020

menoh
The waves kept lapping, forever shifting
Moving us closer to that angry port,
Cannot go home again empty-handed
So we kept sailing to that distant shore.

This is our name, what we again must do
Rough winds directed us ahead on course,
Far bells sang sadly, shrouds quickly unfurled
Metal storms erupted from that distant shore. 

We mistook their quaint silent charity
To not deter our dark savage halos,
As splinters danced amid wet scarlet mists
Ever closer to that near-distant shore.

The waves are lapping, my heart keeps bleeding
Mourning the souls who sank like castaway stone,
Never home again under any sky,
Drifting my way to that eternal shore.

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menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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