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