Ignatius Flats
Born of the sea and distant shore
passing tides is all he knew
ripping melodies from his heart
and blending waves with heart beats
pulsing with life
the sea engulfed him daily
only to show mercy and return him safely
every hour was a brooding storm
a mixture of pain and strife
common places that are found through out his life
the vast sea as a whole
rendered his spirit null and void
stirring his soul and conjuring ghosts
the wicked tides of past are all that's left
of the man called Ignatius Flats
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