Can you hear the waves off shore
Far in the greying darkness?
The ambercup of noise they
Make upon the dotted dusty
Silence?
What lies beneath,
Rotting bones of ships
Ancient memorial wreaths
Armored in coral reef.
Bones of long dead warriors
Watch-
Empty sockets of life
Continuing in merky abyss.
Long lost souls,
Tragedy-
Testimonies upon their
Watery gravely destiny.
Dead men walking-
Pale, still souls,
Away to unknown horizons.
The ocean claims what she will
And gives up her dead
Secretly.
When winds are still
And the trumpet sounds-
Death calls to everyone.
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