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Jul 2016
The port vanishes beyond the horizon
As restless waves thrash against our ship

We’ve set sail,
The stars above
Guiding our every move.

The land behind escapes our view.
We ride on and on,
The furious storm in our path
Only one way to go
Only the strongest will last.

There are murmurs among the crew
Of mermaids waiting in the blue
And behind the ship’s wheel
I keep my thoughts concealed
As the rain begins fall,
I yell commands,
“Strike the royals!

And batten down the hatches!”

The rainfall grows heavy
As my heart

And the winds and waves continue their
Barrage against my ship

We strike both gallants
And reef the mainsail

And sail straight through the storm.


I am the Master of the Storm
You shall not take me down.

Fear makes for sunken ships
And in turn, sunken captains

I am fear itself
You will know it soon enough.
Speaking Sorrow
Written by
Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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