The Storm
She rolled the flag down,
An answer to the sea bird’s call
She looked upon the sky,
Beneath the horizon,
Darkness is crawling.
The wind didn’t sing,
Nor dance, nor cheer,
But fear laid in its coldness,
A breath of untune retribution.
Suddenly, she’s underneath its blanket.
Lights blinked in unpatterned instance,
Illuminates the world she feared.
Fierce lights came hitting her senses.
In each blink, she saw her sailor.
Smiling, crying, dying.
She’s been spellcasted,
She heard the voice,
The grasping horror of the darkness.
Ravishing, heavy, loud.
She ran inside her cabin,
Afraid, terrified, haunted.
She cried in fear like it was the first time.
Tears streamed down heavy and warm.
She remembered,
It’s been a year since her sailor died.
In His Thoughts 