Unchained
He stares into the lighthouse fire
an ant in the hole
Against his throat rests the wire
a life that his beloved stole
When suddenly the sparks' igniter
is pieces of a whole
Far from his ancestral shire
he digests the mole
Betrayal for something shining brighter
he takes time to patch his soul
She stole from him his final lyre
but he will regain control
After all that's transgressed, there's nothing left
No longer will he be drowned in the reft
Copyright © Andrew Travis | Year Posted 2017
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