Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea.
Her figure so stout and proud. On a voyage so resolute,
unwavering against the coming storms and serpents of the deep blue sea.
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind, carrying her body so peacefully to a coming doom.
There at that moment, she was, a silhouette in the burning backdrop of the far off, dusking horizon. No other words to describe it.
She was, gone.
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Rage, against the daunting waves of the deep sea!
They’ll batter, and curse your body till it is broken,
but you dear schooner shall remain
stoutly proud and strong-minded.
Your voyage far too enthused by the souls within your womb.
Sailors that long only to arise one day
on your pristine deck to see the sun.
For now, their informal body man your beating heart.
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Drifting along the glass, the serpents have seized your sails!
Now, your broken body has had its beating.
What’s left is a black silhouette of broken masts,
Angrily piercing the burning backdrop of the dusking horizon.
Your naivety boding ill, not at all auspicious to your hopes in your life’s voyage.
In shores far off, debris from your life are beached; to be salvaged by persons who know not your story. To them you are lost, no more.
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Sunken beneath the glass.
With hearts writhing with beatings perished,
this body is a shipwrecked soul not favored by fortune.
Suffering from the misfortune of rejection from society
and home, a castaway. Together you took who you love in your womb
and carried them to the bottom.
There she will reside for eternity
in tranquility and rest.
