The Mighty Sea Was Split

The Mighty Sea Was Split Stillness- long dark, a mark on every door Night last moan a cry for the day. Lamentations scream- curses by the score Dark angel had its vengeful way. Evil rests in place, sadness graces each face arrogant hearts oppressed and ruled. None could dare love enough for saving grace even their dark host was fooled. Pharaoh's hot blood flowed, chilled to the bone slaves , beasts as toys were used. Where spirit and soft flesh set to shatter stone mere ants were beat and abused. Dark host was very soon to meet the split sea chasing ants that raced away. Therein crushed with no safe place to flee his hatred reaped its just pay. R.J. Lindley Nov. 1970 Note- Oldest poem I have that survived to date. I was 16 years old when I wrote this. No memory of why, maybe a school assignment.