From the beach front seen.
Scene from a movie.
Maybe image from a magazine.
An eerie flotilla of vessels tiny.
Safely escorting her home.
Mere pin ****** on the bright horizon.
Sky lit up near sapphire.
Dressed with resounding rebound light.
Reflected from the moon.
Near cloudless was the sky that night.
Engraved on the horizon red sails.
Redder than scarlet.
Blazing orange aura.
Glowing in the twilight sky.
Creepy ensign just visible flying at her helm.
In myth this was mentioned by many a sorry soul.
Perhaps portent of coming doom.
The dead they just don't know.
No-one knew who'd seen her.
Twas many years ago.
The dead had long since perished.
Was the warning true.
None will ever know.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
From the beach front seen.
Scene from a movie.
Maybe image from a magazine.
An eerie flotilla of vessels tiny.
Safely escorting her home.
Mere pin ****** on the bright horizon.
Sky lit up near sapphire.
Dressed with resounding rebound light.
Reflected from the moon.
Near cloudless was the sky that night.
Engraved on the horizon red sails.
Redder than scarlet.
Blazing orange aura.
Glowing in the twilight sky.
Creepy ensign just visible flying at her helm.
In myth this was mentioned by many a sorry soul.
Perhaps portent of coming doom.
The dead they just don't know.
No-one knew who'd seen her.
Twas many years ago.
The dead had long since perished.
Was the warning true.
None will ever know.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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