Between Each Rolling Sea
A king went down to a rolling sea;
declared to all:
"so far my Kingdom this shall be".
Time did pass,
invaders trespassed
then the invaded, invaded.
Great was all conflict spread
and after it
followed the dead.
The people cried out
from their cottage gardens,
from their farms and homes.
"Let it be, let it be,
this far only
shall our Kingdom be."
Above dark clouds
berserker Gods guffawed
and shook their spears -
sang out with a fierce
and feral glee:
"Not for you, not for thee
shall there be peace
between the rolling seas."
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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