Collide

Part salty clouds of baited breath restores Carve wooden drifting words of passing Kings Swaying gently the tides, internal wars Buoyed by ideals, anchored in quicksand rings Sink deeper in desperate clutching arms Winds whipping hard against binds that we tie Navigate tidal waves, safeguard from harms Storms weathered from truths we try to deny Gravel fills thy boots, dragging trails in sand Drowning inside throngs with thy sword and blood Healing wounds caused by a deserter's hand Spilling across the fields, a mighty flood Gasping breath, treasonous spy, thee explore Like rushing waves thee breach mine rocky shore