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Silent stiletto
Canopy of dark black clouds
Static irreplaceable titanic troll
Waiting for unassuming misled lads
Lassies widows and blighted brides all,
Lures around the winding steps then the
Hopeless find sense as they fly off the zenith dive.
rough roaring waves grind bones with stones
into the shallow graves at its feet
The wrecks washed tattered trimmings at base
Filled with spirits enflamed fuel that siphoned
to light the spooky sky.
Winking now and then at the high sea thieves
Watching over the young and old waiting to strike
With whip wiry waves of salt
Into the rough waters to win the war
Young braves weather the storm
Their guiding light is not the knight in armor
but a gigantic tall sea guard who
Escorts the lost to the shores
Shelter the monsters of the sea when
the tides reside and the maids come out for the young
Daredevils and pry on them to take the place of their fair maids.
The silver splashes savor the blighted light for the
yonder lies the heart of a sailor who wants to bring
home his bride. Here she will rest until the
lights flicker the sky for the warriors of the sea,
in search of a prize.
By: Shashi Moore
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