Blood red,falling against the shadowed sky.
Amid, the blackened light it fell.
Canvased in darkens, extinguished  like a fire.
Its light gone,swallowed by the earth
A new shall come, in time.
Shall night fall, for morn I wait.

Schoolmates I taunted, weaker than I.
The pain I suffered, I shed on them.
But now reminded, their pain is mine.
Memories of youth have become my enemy.
The spear is sharp.
The point pressed against my chest,
drawing nearer toward my heart.

One day our ship will port in a place of peace and wonder.
Abaft facing the wind and sails at rest.
Limp from its journey, tired and sunder. The bolt rope holding it together.
pushing stead course toward its mark breaking every crest.
awaiting to reach its voyage end, brails to pull along the way.
The shore that limits the journey stay.