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Speaking Sorrow Jul 2016
Not even a sailor
Was I when I left
Many moons ago.

But I am returning
The Master of the Wind,
The Lord of the Storm.

You shall not stop me.
Speaking Sorrow 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 Jul 2016
I watched as you threw
Everything we built together
To the dogs like bones.
Well, love,
I feel your pain in my bones
Do you feel my pain in yours?
I feel you, my love, deep in my bones.

Do you feel anything
As you sit on your throne?
Speaking Sorrow Jul 2016
The dawn does not come
For you, my dear.
The sun shall not rise
Til the devil meets his demise.
Speaking Sorrow Jul 2016
Siren songs suffused the air
And not a man among my ships
Could bear to direct their ears
To any other sounds, or thoughts, alike.

And though their songs
Were beautiful,
And seemingly ethereal
They held no sway over me.

For my thoughts have not,
For even but a moment

Wandered far from you.

And though the sirens
Tried to steer my ship
Towards the jagged shallows

I’m doing just fine
Charting a course
Where I’ll be hanging from the gallows
Speaking Sorrow Jul 2016
Restitution,
What I once hoped for;
That all that was lost
Would come back to me.

But now I know
All that’ll be left for me
When I make my move is
Destitution
Speaking Sorrow Jul 2016
I don’t know what to do.
No, I don’t know what to do.
I haven’t known in quite some time.
Most days it’s a toss up
Between joining the angels
Under the waves.
And going back
To a place I called home
And bringing a conflagration with me
And setting the place ablaze.
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