The moat where we keep watery fowl afloat feeding them cracked corn scattered from our parapets. Repaired the dry rot in the gate, got the drawbridge working, again…it rusts. There is dust, makes us sneeze. Stumble over stones, look at masons askance. Threaten grain withholding (hint: barley) unless they make ‘em flush. How fun to keep the keep shiny.
Always interested in concept of time travel and having to tackle situations with modern skill set. Never turns out well.
The tides of time flow beneath my feet Rippling and flowing uncertainty I am fish in the waters of constant change Unpredictable ain't it strange
Will I be eaten by my disability? Devoured by the shark like features of my own mind? The stormy waves inside my heart Will not just depart
The sea the tides of time Hide my lost treasure sinking in the deep forever Atlantis a lost city in a watery graveyard Rusting away rotten ships Drowning wreckage of lost sailors
the waves hold a watery vigil a siren like fate waits For me with a lover who could save me or cast me into the murky depths Maybe the seas of time are all our tears combined throughout time inside are all our aspirations we cast our nets for and still we cry more than we catch So the seas are maintained For us to sail on...