Lost in the mist, isle of the empty
Thoughtless abyss styled under six feet
Reminiscing below the dark palm trees
The moonlight over the horizon fog
Unseeable, a thousand eyes abroad
Repeatable mistakes inside the smog
A longship drops anchor swords drawn in hand
The sands quake with danger, fear intwine with man
Death is a painter, and life weaves it's plans
Poetic justice, for those trapped in lies
Rehabilitate, prisoners of mind
What do angels taste when faced with divine?
Finding acceptance within heart and soul
All embellished to let go of control
Categories:
longship, fear, freedom, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
Burn me
in the hour of brightness,
floating in my pyre
alone.
Lay with me
all I love-
nonhuman.
Set in
the oaken craft,
(crypt),
I drift towards
openness,
as flaming arrows
lofted at me
ignite
my longship
in a spectacle
of sorrow,
freeing me to enter
Valhalla.
Horns sound off
my requem
as waves pull me out
to the abyss,
blazing
as bright as a star.
As the flames die down
I rise
out of my ashes.
I discard
my human ties
as all upon the shore
stand silent
and happy.
Categories:
longship, death, happiness, peace, me,
Form: Free verse