Ocean of the Past
One day, all living things might fill
The ocean of the past
And every ship, against our will,
Could bear a broken mast.
That day, when no one’s left to know
Of Satan and of God,
Our giant star shall burst and sow
A diadem of blood.
The relics of our ancient world
Shall sleep in ageless ice,
Or else burn bright as they are hurled
To seal our sacrifice.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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