Friday, 25 September 2015

A Sea Half Full (Originally posted for a contest on 09/25/15)

What Pierces Through The Nightingale's Chord,
To Rest As If NoThing On The Back Of A Hand,
ALit And Lightly Through The Windowed Maw,
As If Through Lunacy Could It Cure
The Meandering Thoughts Of Clammy Despair,
From Where One Could Be Found Bound In Somber Depths,
Whistleing For Wolves To Shed Their Skins...
When To Be The Cause Of Charon To Tilt The Chin,
To Gaze Up At This Earthly Domain,
And Then Row Silently Over Shadowless Waters...

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