Poet #13- Vellum Wake

MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alAiENqhRxM

 

Smothered in white noise, the armada battles forth
On endlessly throbbing seascape, pierced by wooden thorns,
A cerulean crush collides, crisp red waters haunt,
No ending in sight, no weathering this storm.

 Beyond these bloodied waters, the soldiers keep in time
The oars beat the blue and the waters will transform
Suffering the burns of comrades who float by
There is no ending in sight, no weathering this storm.

 Much like porcelain ghosts, black fabric haunts the shores,
Gathering the horizon with their jet sails torn
No wars without love, no love without war,
No ending in sight, no weathering this storm.

 Had she not been such a beautiful creature,
Should they not steal her away in blissful swarm,
Love comes at a heavy price just to please her
No ending in sight, no weathering this storm.

 Now from beyond fortification, beyond these unbeaten walls,
this unending armada have not broken only left the walls deformed,
Attempting to end this city, might just be the ending of them all,
There is still no ending in sight, no weathering this storm.

 We speak of Trojan horses, but surely they are greek,
Offerings from the enemy, can’t only be bad form,
When they fight so hard for what they seek,
Will this be the ending of this city, of that storm.

The End

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