The sea laments while the hooded
moon he harrows
Harrows the countless unknown
graves of men
Who fell among stormy seas,
Men who today are remembered still
By tall stories
Told in their honour to bedtime
children
Before they journey out to sleep
Into the wide realms of imagery,
colourful and wild,
Breathing shadows onto a night of
deserted streets
Drenched black slates and steeples.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
The sea laments while the hooded
moon he harrows
Harrows the countless unknown
graves of men
Who fell among stormy seas,
Men who today are remembered still
By tall stories
Told in their honour to bedtime
children
Before they journey out to sleep
Into the wide realms of imagery,
colourful and wild,
Breathing shadows onto a night of
deserted streets
Drenched black slates and steeples.