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ephemeral
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23/M    Memories of the Storm

Poems

Patrick Leduc Sep 2011
Emeral seas
Ruby skies
Floating freely
upon the sea
A Ship, solid
wooden, Dragon faced
carrying untold beauties
upon its frame

Slithering mass
Strangling arms
Strength beyond
comprehension
No fury
No malice
Just BEING

A storm From
The east
rises
winds propel
And rocks
Sharpen
Waves crash
Lightening jolts
around the BLack
Horror

Nothing remains
save the broken planks
and the
golden crown of
one who was
Loyal